#but I sat listening and went huh that is just kinda silly

[nobetafortomorrowedie]

Nothing makes me happier than listening to my family watch mormon podcasts and feel...nothing. It's just a weird fandom to me now, sometimes (sometimes I am lividly angry) but really at its core it is a weird fandom living in their version of a fantasy world based on a fictional book.

[lovelykil]

Dude you gotta make a Kyle version of him with a horny reader 🤭🤭 I was blushing the whole time reading the Kenny one

I couldn't decide on a song so you have both 💁🏾‍♀️

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; horny reader dating Kyle

cw; nsfw :33

note; I was thinking abt making one for him after Kenny cs yes. I feel like I kinda got carried away with this 😭 but anyway ⤵

How the hell did he even managed to bag such a horny mf, while him, himself isn't really a horny guy 😭?

Okay well it sorta went like this

Before dating you guys were close friends (yes I always do the friend thing cs I can, u can't stop me)

You two were always together, he liked being around you so much Stan took notice, he got very jealous for a few weeks till he realized Kyle was crushing HARD on you so he had no other choice but to get over his childish behavior and root for his best friend

Now you on the other hand were also crushing hard on this dork, you found him funny, cute, silly, tall.. very tall oh lord

He's a whooping 6'1 or 6'2, he towers you. And god did that do it for you.

You liked looking up at him whenever he'd talk, listening to his (somewhat) deep voice (he has like a high pitched voice but still has a deep voice😭) while fantasizing about him pinning your small figure down to the sheets of your bed.

His slightly large slender pale hands traveling to your thighs, caressing them slowly as he goes down to look into your eyes, he gives you a warm smile before making contact with your lips he looks back at you for some consent. Once you nod your head he connects his cherry flavored lips with yours, holding your face carefully whilst he's in between your legs.

"And then– Y/n? Are you listening? Y/n!"

"Huh?? Oh what- what did you say? Sorry.."

You are not sorry. You want him to top your small body, hovering ontop of you and thrust his length deep inside you as he praises you for taking him so good.

uhhmm anyway 😋..

Long story short one day you got the balls to ask him out, ask your bestfriend out.

At FIRST you were going confess to him over text.. but then you didn't wanna be a pussy, he was special, too special to send a lousy confession text to. You wanted him to see your genuine feelings for him in person, so that's exactly what you did.

After like 10+ failed attempts to tell him cause you were too nervous.

You fantasize about him fucking you but can't tell the man you LIKE him?

Oh my god

Literally after school came and you were just going to give up when he approached you, his shakey hands latching onto your shoulders in a nervous mess.

"Uhh Kyle are you okay?"

"Look I LIKE you, I like you alot, and I- uhm- I.."

"Oh my gosh- I like you too, please just shut up and kiss me now, like.. right NOW."

he took a moment to process before kissing you.

He's so CUTEE, his lips did infact take like cherry lip balm.

Now you two were together.. all the things you imagined with him...

Kyle did not know what he got himself into LMAO

It's cause you never mentioned any sexual stuff before well I mean sometimes you did, laughed and shit but it wasn't something he wouldn't think much of. Until now.

Oh wow you were now so uncontrollably horny around him, asking for a kiss 24/7 putting his hand in between your legs whenever you guys sat next to each other, whispering nasty stuff into his ear that made his face red as tomato.

It drives him CRAZY, (the good and bad mostly good or..)

There was this one time you sent him something very questionable, which meant something likeee nudes.

You sent him nudes.

It was just for funnsiez 🤷🏾‍♀️

He was all excited that you texted him back too then all of a sudden he opens his phone to see a very explicit picture of yourself in your favorite lingerie or something, he'd never turned red so fast setting his phone down in a HEART BEAT.

btw he was eating dinner with his family.

"Kyle, What'd I say about phones at the table."

"Sorry mom- I..uhm Y/n texted me."

"Oh! What'd she sa-"

"Nothing- she sent nothing. Anyway, this food is REALLY good ma, like woww."

Bro was PANICKING. 😞

Just know Kyle called you later and scolded you well tired he just ended up growing a boner mid-argument when he thought about the picture.

Speaking of boners

He never knew he could get so horny so much around you, just listening to your voice gets him turned on. When he feels it he gets so embarrassed, and guilty.

He loves you for youu but hormones are wild sometimes.

Your hormones on the other hand are insane, you're always horny for him and not afraid to tell him or even show him. You love him for him of course but GOD you just want his slender fingers inside you.

One day you two were watching a movie together in Kyle's room, with the exception of the door being opened by at least 3 inches.

Shelia doesn't mind your company she's grown a liking to you, but leave 2 teenagers alone in a bedroom and.. yeah so there was no arguing about that

But do you really think 3 INCHES was going to stop you?

No.

:3

During the movie your mind was else where, thinking about the most erotic scenarios with your boyfriend as possible, you could feel your pussy throb in your clothed panties. Your breath grew hot, as you leaned on Kyle your thighs rubbed against each other trying to relieve yourself a little but it wasn't enough.

Kyle took notice of your constant squirming, his hands finding its way around your waist slowly he then asked what was wrong in a low concerned whisper.

Once his hands found your waist it was all over from there, the gut wrecking butterflies flew into your stomach fluttering their way downward. You sat up and turned your body around to face him.

"I need to suck your dick right now."

"🧍"

"🧍🏾‍♀️"

"Turn around and watch the movie"

"Kyle- PLEASE"

"No."

"WHY"

"Well one the door is OPEN, two my MOTHER, and three NOOOO"

You took his hand and held it with yours, begging him, he looked at you like you were damn crazy, but blushing like crazy cause what the hell 😭

"Please I swear I'll be fast, I just desperately need you right now Kyle.."

Oh wow that did it for him, your whines and pleas for him made him hard.

He looked at you then at the door, his head screamed no but his body ached for your touch. He looked at you and sighed he held onto your hand pulling you toward him.

He neared your ear going in to whisper something.

"Alright, be a good girl and get on your knees for me, okay?" He leaned away, still holding onto your hand once he saw your face he slightly smirked, even though he was actually dying from embarrassment inside he knew it worked when he saw the flushed and yet shocked expression on your face when he pulled away.

"Woah- how'd you.. like-"

"You liked that didn't you?" He leaned close to you, growing slightly more confident.

You giggled stupidly, getting lost in his voice you loved, moving in.

"Yeah a bit, do it againn."

"Be a good girl and kiss me, yeah?"

"Okay yeahh." Kyle chuckled his smile going into the kiss, you smiled as well but soon stopping from the now serious make-out session starting. He let you lay him down slowly onto the pillows, your hand finding his face for the kiss to deepen.

A muffled moan escaped from your mouth right before you pulled away for air, your tounge no longer in touch with his. You panted, sitting on his lap he huffed slowly looking at you in the semi dark room. The only light source was the TV behind you.

"You ready?" You asked, at last catching your breath. He simply nodded, his face a tint pink. You smiled and kissed his nose lastly before going down on him.

Kyle checked the door once more then slipped off his sweat pants, you helping him underneath the blanket. When you came in contact with his boxers you slowly pulled them off and out sprung his member, hard just for you.

You slipped out underneath the blanket with a giggle "You're hard as fuck Ky, you reallyy must want me." You teased.

Kyle looked away with a flushed expression, he shoved you lightly back under the blanket.

"You're the one who got me like this.. asshole."

"You're so cutee."

You lightly tapped on his cock watching it twitch before tucking some hair behind your ear and taking him in. Once you had him in your mouth you bopped your head at a slow pace, your eyes closing. The ginger bit his lip down, his eyes closing on their own from the pleasure he was in.

His hands gripped his sheets when you picked up the pace, he let out a faint moan trying not to make any noise. If you could see his face he looked so cute, his eyes half-lided, mouth slightly agape with hot air escaping from it and some tears stinging his eyes.

He shifted some bit when you took him in whole, your tongue sliding against his dick in such a magnificent way that he couldn't help but whine loud. He held his mouth with his hand quickly after, but still failling to keep his voice down.

He threw his head back, his eyes rolling back he wanted to moan out loud so bad but he couldn't all he could do was try to hold in his pathetic whines from his mom so she wouldn't come into the room.

From below you could hear his muffled moans and whines you could feel yourself burn in heat, your cunt almost dripping. You rubbed yourself to his moans, feeling the euphoria flow inside you as you fingered yourself through your clothed temple.

You continued to suck him off wanting to hear him more even if he had his hand covering his mouth, this whole situation of trying to do sexual acts while his parents are around and trying not to get caught made you excited and hot inside.

As you made your way up and down his dick you felt his hand make its way ontop of your head, he lightly ran his fingers throughout your hair or kept it there hearing him whisper something.

"Oh.. shit you're doing so good y/n.. please keep going baby.." (oh my god)

Once you heard that sentence come from his mouth you blushed hard.. picking the pace up about ready to make this man cum inside your mouth, you wanted to swallow his warm seed and show him just to tell you what a good girl you were for doing so.

But we all can't get what we want now can we?

Some creak foot steps neared towards the door after a few minutes passed by from what Kyle last said that made you explode with butterflies. Despite Kyle being in such immense pleasure to the point his mouth was watering and his eyes tearing up he still kept alert and once he heard that creak he whispered yelled to you to get the HELL up QUICK.

"Y/n HURRY get UP FAST FAST FAST–"

"Whwat? why?" You replied, his dick still in your mouth.

"My MOM"

You suddenly stopped, peeking out of the blanket. "Oh shit."

You immediately rushed out from under the blanket almost falling ontop of Kyle to sit next to him, Kyle pulled up his boxers then his sweats quickly and grabbed his remote to the TV. You hurriedly sat beside him at a reasonable distance watching the TV with Kyle.

Just right when the door opened you had to wipe some spit off your face before setting your hand down fast as Kyle's mom came in, doing the parent check in.

She flipped on the light switch, and saw the two of you sitting next to each other innocently watching TV, acting like you weren't just having her son whine and moan.

"You guys okay here?" She asked, squinting hard at you two. Kyle could practically feel his heart trying to escape from his chest he was so anxious all he could do was give her a thumbs up with a nervous smile. You also gave her a thumbs up, your smile not so nervous but somewhat kinda jumpy.

Shelia nodded her head slowly in approval, "Bedtime is at 10 Kyle, night you two." She stated before turning off the light and closing the door shut. You and Kyle listened to her foot steps slowly fade away before sighing a big relief.

You laughed from being slightly nervous, nudging him in the arm.

"That was close wasn't it?" You joked, feeling your heart race. Kyle just sided eyed you.

"Alright nevermind then.."

You two sat in silence for a second.. like a long second but eventually you heard him sigh, he went underneath the blanket seemingly like he was crawling towards you. You watched in confusion before he peeked out from the blanket in between your legs. His big curly hair getting all messy.

You pulled away the blanket off him to see him clearly.

"What are you doing?" You asked, feeling a smile creep on your face. "I wanna make you feel good now, can I?" He sat up and leaned into you he held your hip with one hand and the other your cheek.

"But I didn't finish-"

"It's okay don't worry about it, I just.. wanna hear you moan from my doing this time." He shyly looked away, he put his hand down.

You felt your heart melt and your pussy throb, damn he could do BOTH.

"Okay whatever you want Ky." You pecked his cheek that brought his attention back to you. He smiled, kissing you quickly then going underneath the sheets. You helped him pull off your pj pants and let him slowly pull of your panties.

"You ready?" He asked you, laying a soft kiss on your stomach.

You nodded your head with a butterfly sick smile.

"I'm readyy."

Most times he deals with your horny self cause it's now normal to him, it makes him blush all the time but he still somehow puts up with it.

Other times he physically ends up putting up with it 🤨

Let's just say this other time.. at a restaurant.

You were sitting by him, doing your usual teasing saying stuff like

"You look soo hot right now, I want your dick in my mouth."

He gives the craziest side eye, his face already red. You giggle to yourself and look through the menu infront of you. You two were waiting for Stan and Wendy to come since it was going to be a double date (Wendy's idea, she thought it would be cute)

Once they came you and Kyle greeted them, you smiled innocently ignoring the obscure thing you just said to Kyle a few minutes ago.

"Hey guys! Glad you came!" Wendy exclaimed, sitting her self down next to Stan. "Babe they were practically forced by you to com–"

"ANYWAY- have you guys ordered yet?" Wendy cut Stan off to which he zipped his mouth with a huff. You shook your head, setting down your menu for a second then putting it back up.

"No we were waiting for you guys so I guess we can order now." Kyle said, going to look at his menu. Wendy nodded her head she then grabbed a menu and shared it with Stan, the both looked at the menu together, distracted.

You decided to make another move, you put your hand on Kyle's thigh soon rubbing it up high to his crotch. Kyle's eyes widen but his eyes still remained on the menu. You snickered, leaning over towards him.

"I want youuu Kylee." You muttered into his ear behind the menu, Kyle closed his eyes as his cheeks redden he was growing extremely nervous and trying to remain calm but holy shit you were making it very.. hard for him.

Suddenly in his last moments were he was about to loose it he had an idea. He looked at you and grinned, leaning down some to tell you something.

"Keep up and watch what happens Y/n." His words sent a shiver down your spine considering how kinda serious and hot he sounded, you were both intrigued and nervous to what he meant you just looked at him a little surprised his eyes went back to his menu, not paying attention to you.

You scoffed, looking at your menu.

What could he possibly do in such a place?

The answer was going to revealed very soon and it was the LEAST thing you expected Kyle to do.

A few minutes went by and everyone had an idea to what their order was, there was small table chat happening you talked a little but soon you tuned out to think about.. other things. As Kyle and Stan laughed you thought about Kyle's hand tracing over your bare stomach making his way downward, he licked the both of his middle and ring finger, slowly sliding them into your temple he leaned into your face and kissed you passionately to block your moans from getting out.

You felt your region throb in your seat, you ached for it to be touched but it would have to wait till later.

You just had to fantasize about something erotic 😒..

You cursed to yourself, stopping your brain from making anymore scenarios. You sighed watching the 3 of them talk and laugh. You looked over at Kyle he seemed to be settling down his laughs, he took a sip from his drink.

Wait when the hell did the drinks get here?

Nevermind anyway, you thought about what he said but soon stopped you just shrugged it off and proceeded to mess with him. You scotted closer towards him, putting your leg over his.

You waited for his reaction but he gave you nothing, you frowned trying something else. An that's when an amazing idea popped in your head (the WORST idea you ever had)

You mindlessly slipped your hand underneath his shirt, rubbing his bare skin. Now he reacted to this. He almost spat out his drink and looked at you stunned.

You looked at him, quickly removing your hand. You shot an innocent smile to him and pretend like nothing happened.

"What?" You asked, knowing damn well what you were doing. Kyle kept a keen eye on you, un amongst to you what he was planning on doing now. He sighed taking his finger towards your region.

You watched in puzzlement to what he was going to do but quickly you knew what he was doing when he started to rub your clit on the outside of whatever you are wearing, it was already wet to the touch when he rubbed it.

He let out a slight snicker to that as you began to mumble words under your breath.

"What.. the fuck.. are you doing Kyle?"

"I told you if you did something, watch what happens. You need to listen." He whispered, his finger hitting your clit hard. You nearly gasped, gripping your menu.

"Hey Kyle you alright?" Stan asked his friend, grabbing his drink. Kyle turned his attention towards him, he then smiled sweetly "Yeah I'm fine anyway what were we talking about?" He said casually, un amongst to the two of them on the other side he was rubbing his girlfriends cunt making you slowly pant in your seat.

"Oh yeah so what are your plans for summer! It's right around the corner. What about you Y/n?" The girl in her purple hat asked you.

Must she had asked you at such a horrible time??

You looked at Kyle he had a smug look, still using two fingers to massage your pussy. You thought he stop, I guess not.

You breathed in trying to act normal, "I uhm I don't- er I don't know-! Maybe.. like.. uhh.. -uhm watching movies or like.. something?? Oh fucking shit." You told her, hoping you came off as normal as possible. You also gave her a wide smile despite her not knowing you were being played with under the table.

You twitched, as she looked at you weird. "Are you okay? You look all twitchy.." Wendy asked, her voice worried. Your fingers tapped on the table quickly, swallowing a large amount of saliva as Kyle's fingers began rub your clit fast, he looked at you with a sly smirk.

"Yeah are you okay Y/n?" Now it was you giving him the side eye.

"Yes.. im.. fine. Mmh.."

You thought you would be enjoying this but god it felt like torture, but it felt so good at the same time.

Now this one of the few ways he puts up with you 😊.

[takenbypeter]

“Come here often?”

Eddie Brock x reader

Words: 419

Number 22: “You come here often?" “Well considering I work here, yes."

There he was again. The cute yet strange customer that would come in at least once a week on his motorcycle.

At first you weren’t so sure about him, he always seemed troubled, like there was something on his mind. Sometimes you would hear him talking to himself or…arguing? Granted, you can’t judge him for that, being that you yourself were guilty of that every now and then.

Despite some oddities to the man, he was always kind and polite, both to the employees and other customers. You could easily recall multiple accounts where he’s helped others and due to that you’ve deemed him a nice person.

Well just like any other day he got his regular order and sat in the back and that was that, is what you thought.

You were minding your business wiping the counter when you heard something from behind you.

“I can’t do that, are you kidding me?”

“Why? Because of you obviously.”

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.”

A little concerned for whoever it was behind you that was having a mental breakdown you curiously turn around seeing that exact man.

Upon making eye contact he grins caught off guard, even though he’s the one who made his way to the opposite side of the counter, “hey, you come here often?” Is what he said.

A crease formed between your brows as you pointed to yourself and he shook his head before doing the exact opposite and nodding it.

“Um, well considering I work here, yes?”

“Ha right sorry, it was just sort of a silly line kinda thing…” your confused smile really made him second guess listening to Venom.

“Sorry, can I start over?”

“Sure?”

“You’re very attractive,” huh that’s not exactly where you thought he was going with this, “and you’re also so nice every time I come. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to join me for a drink one day, we could go to that bar across the street, I’ve heard it’s pretty good.”

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s quite attractive himself, or the fact that you were a regular at said bar so you knew that you’d be safe, or the fact that you were more than slightly curious about this stranger that you agreed.

“I wouldn’t mind a drink. How about tomorrow at seven?”

His lips curved revealing a wide smile, “sounds perfect.”

Your lips mirrored his as you went back to cleaning, “alright, see you then…?”

“Eddie, Eddie Brock.”

“See you then…Eddie Brock.”

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Dialogue Prompts

[nostalgicnarrator]

Over Hill and Under Mountain

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Word Count: 5,269

Parings: Thorn X Bilbo

Description:

Bilbo decides to follow Thorin’s example and decides to visit Erebor, but somehow the trip doesn’t go as planned and he’s going to be very, very late.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Mention of bodily Injury and description of injury, he is hurt, maybe blood, continue with caution and care.

Note:

Listen to me, I’m still trying to find my style when writing and I spent a really long time on this to make sure it was okay, if you see anything that might be confusing or something that is so horribly wrong don’t hesitate to tell me, I value criticism and wish to grow my writing ability. Also I kinda really struggled with the last bit but I think it’s okay-anyway, till next time.

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Bilbo sat at the edge of his garden, his pipe in hand. The smell of his sweet tobacco wrapped around him in ribbons as he blew smoke rings. Bilbo watched as faunts chased each other down the road towards the marketplace that was being prepared for the coming festival.

For as long as Bilbo could remember, each season Hobbits from all over the rolling hills of the shire would come far and wide to see the festivities of Hobbiton. His favorite festival has truly always been the summer festival.

If Bilbo closes his eyes, often he could remember the bright colors of the fireworks, the food and games he’d once enjoyed. That isn’t to say the autumn festival wasn’t lovely in its own ways.

Bilbo always remembered how the rolling hills took on shades of tan and brown. And how the farms begin to grow crops as colorful as the leaves that fell. The autumn festival was always so full of warmth and fun trinkets and full of rich food.

Bilbo hums to himself, pulling himself from the distant memories of his childhood. He watched from his bench as wheelbarrows were filled with squashes and other crops, and then wheeled off to the market stalls.

He closed his eyes as a burst of crisp air nipped at his nose. Bilbo loved the smells the festival would bring. He couldn’t ever forget the smells of pies and grand foods as they wafted through the air, warming anyone who caught a whiff.

Bilbo sighs softly ‘shame’ he thought to himself fluttering his eyes open once more, ‘Thorin would have loved the festival’. Bilbo hopped up and tapped out his pipe before heading inside, the sweetness of his tobacco following him as he went.

‘Thorin’s tobacco,’ he smiled to himself, ‘Always smelled earthy, and bitter then lemons…I never did like that cheaper stuff, but I suppose it matches him.’ Bilbo thought as he moved through his cozy home.

He could hardly stop himself as his thoughts kept turning to Thorin. The memory of the dwarf’s deep, gravelly laugh, the wrinkle in his cheeks, the twinkle in his piercing blue eyes. That last thought made Bilbo’s heart ache and twist in a strange way.

‘What a silly dwarf,’ Bilbo mused, ‘Coming all the way to the Shire just to see me.’ He shook his head, a fond smile finding his lips. ‘He’s so proud of his kingdom, I’ve never seen anyone so proud of something. Not even Hamfast, I wonder how things are in Erebor now’

Bilbo paused, looking out the window, he could see the trees, how their leaves began to turn yellow and fall as the wind shook them softly. ‘It’s been months since Thorin visited…Perhaps it’s time I returned the favor.’

The thought buzzed in his mind, like a fly in the ear, it grew stronger with each passing moment. Then he grinned like a fool. ‘visit Thorin, huh? I suppose It is about time I saw the Lonely Mountain with my own eyes.’ Bilbo thought as he quickly shuffled away picking up some parchment on his way to his writing desk.

A raven Thorin had sent to Bilbo sat not far from him, the bird ruffled though his feathers, cleaning them gently. “Hello, Hugin,” Bilbo greeted the young raven as he began to write rather quickly.

Thorin had gotten quite fed up with the amount of time Bilbo’s letters seem to take. So much so that on one particular night he found a raven tapping on his window with a note.

Bilbo had taken to taking care of this young raven, as Hugin more often stayed in the shire near Bilbo. It was his job after all to carry letters for the hobbit.

Thorin had written a quick note explaining to him how a Raven carried quicker than most other creatures, and Bilbo agreed with that, seeing as how mail carriers can take as long as they liked with such things.

By now the young raven had stopped his ruffling and hopped a bit closer, tilting his head to look at Bilbo. “Hello, Master Baggins. Are you writing to the Mountain King again?” Hugin asked and leaned forward curiously to watch Bilbo’s pin.

Bilbo nodded. “Yes, feel up for flying?” He asked, Bilbo ticked his tongue and scribbled something out.

“Always, Master Baggins!” Hugin flapped his wings in excitement and then tilted his head once more, “I am the quickest of the ravens! I’ll get there faster than the fastest of horses!” Hugin ruffled his feathers up and clicked, puffing up proudly.

Bilbo smiled, this raven often reminded him of Kíli. He has always been the one to immediately volunteer to do things. Kíli was never one to like being left out of things if he had any say in the matter.

‘Thorin never seemed to like that about his sister's youngest son.’ Bilbo couldn’t help the Sudden twist to his heart, it had only been a few months since Thorin’s visit, yet to Bilbo it felt like years yet again.

He looked down at his letter quickly, he sighed before a fond smile found his lips on again. ‘His parting for his journey back home was so, bittersweet…’ he thought as he finished his letter quickly, before waving it a little to dry, folding it up, and sealing it with a wax stamp.

“Well then” started the hobbit, after a seemingly long moment of silence. “you better get to flying. This needs to reach Thorin as fast as possible.” Bilbo held out the letter and looked to the raven as he finished speaking, his smile still tugging at his lips

“What’s it about?” asked the juvenile raven as he took the paper quickly.

“Nosy little bird, if you must know, I’m warning Thorin that I will be visiting very soon.” Bilbo said with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.

The young raven made a noise-one Bilbo had come to know as one of excitement-Hugin hardly waited another beat as he flew out of the window giving Bilbo barely enough time to open it.

Bilbo smiled excitedly and closed his window and sat down a moment silently ‘I truly hope Thorin won’t mind’ he hummed at his thought and began organizing his desk.

Once it was somewhat straight, he began to get up and straighten some more things around his smial ‘it is such short notice’ Bilbo made his way to the kitchen to make tea as he continued with his thoughts. ‘I hope he has time to prepare-‘

He paused, then his eyes widened, he gasped and put a hand to his head “wait, what am I doing I have to prepare!” He said out loud to no one, and just like that he was off.

He abandoned his tea pot as quickly as he had grabbed it and he found himself quite basically running around his burrow to pack. Bilbo knew that really, he should wait for Thorin to tell him that he got his letter, though Bilbo had a feeling his letter left little room for discussion on whether or not he was coming.

And before Bilbo realized anything he had on his blue coat he had gotten from the dwarfs, the cloak Thorin had given him draped over his shoulders held by a familiar clasp, and Sting strapped on his belt.

He remembers when Thorin gave it to him ‘he was so adamant that I take it’ Bilbo thought to himself as he put extra clothes in his pack. ‘Said he didn’t want me to get cold…’ he smiled a little more at that thought.

Thorin had walked Bilbo all the way back to the shire after they had settled after the battle for Erebor. Gandalf had offered to take him at first, seeing as Thorin was a little busy but when the king under the mountain heard Bilbo was heading home he had raced to catch the hobbit and offered to take him instead

Blibo found his cheeks warming up slightly and his face tugging his smile till it lit up his face. He pressed his hand to his cheek gently and sighs ‘Thorin is such a sweet friend’ Bilbo could feel his smile drop slightly at that thought.

Bilbo focused on the world around him once again, Bilbo blinked slightly in surprise as he found himself out of the rolling hills he calls home and on a shaggy pony already on his way to Bree. He smiled once again as he felt his excitement bubbling up within him.

After a few days of traveling Bilbo suddenly remembered why he had not visited sooner, Bilbo grumbled as he wiped his nose with his handkerchief. He never did like riding ponies; all the hair and dust did something foul to his allergies.

Bilbo huffed as he thought to himself. ‘Miserable, quite miserable. Oh, why did I think this a good idea?’ he thought dourly.

He huffed again. “I blame Thorin for this,” he muttered as he blew his nose. “Coming to see me in the Shire, bringing such fantastical stories.” He grumbled to no one but himself.

The Hobbit groaned and stared up at the sky, he couldn’t see much of it but what the trees allowed to filter through their leaves. It was getting a tad but cloudy. He huffed, if it rained, that would truly put the topping of this fowl afternoon.

He was beginning to miss his home, his warm hearth, his books and maps, his armchair- ‘it’s not too late’ Bilbo’s mind supplied to him, ‘you can go back tell Thorin you had changed your mind.’

But then his thoughts turned to Thorin once more, of his blue eyes, of his warm smiles, the ones he only reserved for those rare occasions, of his company, how Bilbo’s heart flips and skips every time he sees Thorin. And he shakes his head, chasing the thoughts away.

“Come now Bilbo” he chastised himself “you are a Baggins, of Bag End, you can do this, you have once before you can again!” He held his head a little higher as he spoke to himself.

But before he could do much more thinking or talking to himself, he sneezed, Bilbo groaned and wiped his nose once more, ‘I can not wait for when I stop sneezing’ he thought, ‘irritating business really’ he thought once more.

It seems the world was against him doing anything really, as his mind was interrupted by the sound of hooves behind him and he turned to face the noise. a beautiful white mare came to view and an awfully familiar gray clad wizard.

“Gandalf.” Bilbo greeted kindly, despite his foul mood and stuffy voice. Truly, that the moment he wanted to tell the wizard to kinda sod off, but alas, he was still a Baggins and manners seem to run in his blood-especially when it comes to the gray wizard.

“Bilbo Baggins,” Gandalf rumbled, “what in Middle-earth are you doing this far from the Shire?” Gandalf spurred his horse to pick up beside the Hobbit’s pony.

Bilbo hummed and smiled at the wizard. “I was about to ask you something similar, Gandalf. I am going to visit my dwarfs.”

“Your dwarfs?” Gandalf mused, raising a bushy brow, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “Are you now? Alone? Do you truly think that’s a good idea, my dear hobbit?”

Bilbo shrugged, trying to appear as if this wasn’t the least bit nerve-racking. “Thorin did it. I don’t see the issue.”

Gandalf chuckled softly,“Thorin is a well traveled warrior and a king. And while you’ve faced orcs, goblins, and a dragon, I dare say, you seem to struggle with dusty roads and grumpy ponies.” Gandalf said, his tone teasing and riddled with mischief.

Bilbo bristled slightly but kept his voice as polite as one can be to such an irritating wizard, “I’ve managed quite well on my own so far, thank you very much! I can handle this journey as well as anyone else!” Bilbo all but yelled in reply.

Bilbo could see as Gandalf’s smile softened a small amount into something bit more genuine, “Oh, I have no doubt about your capabilities, Bilbo Baggins” said Gandalf, his tone remaining as teasing as before. “But I wouldn’t want to miss out on the fun. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t get into too much trouble.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to protest, but Gandalf interrupted, “And I’m sure Thorin wouldn’t mind if I tag along. In fact, he might insist upon it.” Gandalf said, sounding a tad more serious this time.

Seeing the glint in Gandalf’s eyes, Bilbo sighed, knowing good and well it was futile to argue. “Very well, if you insist.” Bilbo said.

Gandalf’s grin widened. “Oh, I do insist. Now, let’s be off before you change your mind and decide to return to the comforts of Bag End.”

Blibo widened his eyes and gave Gandalf a look then he turned away and huffed, ‘this will be a long journey indeed.’ He thought grumpily.

The days seemed to pass a tad bit faster than Bilbo thought and he had found himself not entirely upset over Gandalf’s presence.

Often during the night, when they would camp, the wizard would tell him stories of far-off lands and ancient times. other nights, often the more longer feeling ones, they would sit in comfortable silence, smoking their pipes, blowing smoke rings that would blend into the crisp night air.

The days came to Bilbo much faster than before, as they rode through lush valleys and over towering rocky hillsides. Sometimes Gandalf would point out places he thought the hobbit may find interesting and share snippets of history.

Bilbo began to suspect it was because Gandalf was trying to negate Bilbo firm complaining for the 70th time this trip, even then Bilbo couldn’t help but feel wonder as they rode

Bilbo had passed through these lands before, more than a year ago now. And it seemed to be the same dusty roads that stretched on for what felt like centuries. But, as Gandalf continued to talk about the landscape, it began to feel like so much more.

He began to ache a long time ago now, but whether it was from sitting on his pony to long or shiver the colder temperatures, he did not know.

As the cold settled across the lands he and Gandalf traveled, Bilbo couldn’t help but to worry about Hugin. And with how fast it felt the winter was approaching, he feared the worst. For not only Hugin but Gandalf and himself as well.

One could starve, or freeze in conditions like this. Then when the nights he’s longer, Bilbo would often find himself each evening, gazing up into the darkening sky, hoping to catch maybe a glimpse of Hugin even if it was pointless to do so.

“I hope Hugin is okay…and that Thorin received my letter,” Bilbo muttered, as they settled down to rest near the warmth of a fire. “It’s been a few days and Hugin should be there by now but I can’t stop thinking that maybe he isn’t, maybe he’s freezing somewhere…”

Gandalf looked at him over the rim of his pipe. “Ravens are resilient creatures. If anyone can make it through these conditions, it’s a raven.”

Bilbo nodded and relaxed at Gandalf’s words, ‘he’s right’ Bilbo thought, fishing his one pipe from his coat and lighting it ‘though he seems to be more often than not most days’ Bilbo thought with a huff.

On one particularly cold day, as they were making their way through dense forested trails, Gandalf suddenly slowed his horse to a halt and raised a hand to stop Bilbo. “What is it?” Bilbo whispered, feeling a slight worrisome unease creep into his stomach.

Gandalf’s eyes scanned the trees, before he spoke. “We’re being followed.” Gandalf said as he turned his head some more.

‘Being followed!?’ Bilbo gripped the reins of his pony tightly, ‘of course we are! Of course we’re being followed!because nothing can go right for long can it’ he thought to himself as he struggled to push his panic away.

Bilbo snapped his eyes to the tree line and whipped his head around trying to catch a peek of anything in the shadows of the forest. “B-By whom?” He asked, trying not to sound afraid

“Orcs,” Gandalf said quietly. “A small band, I believe. They’ve been tracking us for a few miles now.”

Bilbo’s hand instinctively went to Sting. “W-What do we do?” Bilbo asked worriedly as he looked at the wizard. “Gandalf!” Bilbo whines as Gandalf sat quietly for a moment too long in the hobbit’s opinion.

Gandalf’s eyes twinkled with a familiar spark of mischief, one Bilbo strangely found comforting. “We give them a surprise they won’t soon forget.” Gandalf said.

Suddenly, Gandalf spurred his horse forward, and Bilbo scrambled to follow not wanting to be left behind. They rode hard and fast, the trees blurring past them as they made their way off the path deeper into the forest.

Eventually, Gandalf seemed to find where he had wanted to take them, they stopped in a clearing, and Gandalf dismounted swiftly. “We make our stand here,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Bilbo faltered slightly. “O-our stand- what- but, but Gandalf! I- what if-!“ Bilbo stuttered desperately trying to reason with the wizard.

“Bilbo Baggins,” thundered the wizard, “Where did all the courage go from all those days ago? Had you truly no faith?” Gandalf asked, the start of angrier lacing his words.

Blibo shrank a bit into his saddle as he was still sitting on his pony, “I-of course I do Gandalf!-” Bilbo said quickly.

“Then get off that pony my dear Bilbo, and draw your sword.” Gandalf said harsher then he probably meant to as he turned his attention back to the forest around them.

Bilbo’s eyes widened-he nodded quickly as he scrambled off his pony, drawing Sting and positioning himself beside Gandalf. They waited in tense silence, Bilbo twitched at every noise or sound.

Suddenly, the forest erupted from its silence to a more chaotic noise as the orcs burst into the clearing, their weapons gleaming in the diminishing light of the sun.

Gandalf raised his staff, a blinding flash of light emanating from its tip and sending the orcs into a more unorganized frenzy.

Bilbo moves on instinct as he lunges himself forward, his sword clashing glinting in the light as he strikes down the nearest orc.

The battle, if you can call 6 Orcs attacking such a thing, was over swiftly and soon the clearing was quiet once more. Bilbo looked around making sure it was safe.

Bilbo stood panting, his heart beating hard in his chest, it shook his hands as he still held Sting. When Gandalf patted Bilbo's shoulder gently he jumped and looked up at the wizard, a proud smile was on Gandalf’s face.

“Well done, Bilbo. You may have the spirit of a Took in you yet.” Said Gandalf jokingly before a much more soft smile found its way on the wizard’s face, “your mother would be proud.” Gandalf nearly whispered to the hobbit.

Bilbo grinned as pride settled in his stomach. He nods softly and let out a relieved chuckle, “I-thank you Gandalf, though I doubt she’d Like the idea of her sun running around fighting Orcs” Bilbo said softly

“Nonsense my dear hobbit!” Gandalf replied, a smile pulling on his face as his eyes twinkled with that knowing mischievous look, “she’d be quite proud. Now let’s get going before all light is lost, we do not want to lose the road.”

“R-right yes!” Bilbo said as he sheath Sting and quickly got on his pony before following Gandalf back to the path.

Gandalf looked down at Bilbo as he came to step beside Gandalf, the wizard chuckled and shook his head. “Fret not my dear boy” Gandalf chuckled in a teasing tone, “soon, we will soon find ourselves in much more hospitable surroundings.”

Then, no more than a day later, seemingly spurred on by those very words themselves, their luck seemed to turn against them as the weather worsened and rain began to fall.

It was a cold, unrelenting drizzle that soaked through their cloaks and made the roads slippery as the ground became mud. Bilbo huddled deeper into his cloak that Thorin gave him.

Even in the abysmal conditions he couldn’t help but think of Thorin, ‘He had begun to grow his beard back out again’ his mind supplied, seemingly looking for a distraction from the freezing cold rain that pelted him.

As his pony trudged on though the thick mud he began to wonder how long it had grown since the last time he had seen Thorin, ‘he truthfully looked quite dashing’ Bilbo thought as a bit of warmth found his face as he thought of his kingly dwarf. He was shook from his thoughts when his pony whinnied skittishly. She had slid in the mud.

He looked off the side of the path and at the sheer drop below him and then to Gandalf, even the wizard’s horse had been struggling in the mud. He opened his mouth to call for the wizard but before Bilbo could say a word to Gandalf, his pony suddenly reared back harshly, it threw Bilbo off.

The wind wiped in his ears as he tumbled down a steep hillside. Bilbo desperately tried to stop himself as he crashed into various things he couldn’t really make out.

His head hit harshly on a rock and he wasn’t really sure of anything else anymore except for pain that shot through him, a sharp, explosive agony that left him gasping desperately for air he couldn’t seem to catch as he rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

He struggled to push himself up; his mind struggled sluggishly as pain radiating through him with each movement. When he tried to breathe, fresh waves of hurt coursed through him, worse than the last.

Bilbo was faintly aware of his legs shaking. When Gandalf’s voice called from him he tried to understand the words tumbling for the wizards mouth as he made his way to Bilbo

Bilbo squeezed his eyes shut as his vision tilted and his legs buckled under him, when he opened his eyes again his vision was swimming violently.

Bilbo blinked trying to clear his vision, ‘Thorin,’ Bilbo thought desperately as he clawed at the earth. ‘I’ll be late; I need to get up,’ his brain supplied to him, he let out a whine as panic gripped him.

He was going to be late? He didn’t want to be late, he wanted to be with Thorin- ‘maybe, maybe he could make the pain go away- make it better’ he thought to himself

Thorin always makes him feel better, always makes him feel happy. He liked feeling happy. He liked that Thorin makes him feel happy.

Bilbo faintly could make out Gandalf’s voice over all the thoughts crowding in his head. His vision blurred again as his heart beat pounded in his head making catching his breath so much harder.

Bilbo whined and closed his eyes, he let out a short sob as the pain riddled him. He didn’t want to be late. Thorin would be so sad if he was late.

He clawed at the mud beneath him, it began to feel slightly warm as he dug his hands into it, it squished between his fingers leaving a strange feeling between his fingers.

‘I can’t be late, can’t, Thorin,’ he thought desperately as he pushed himself harder to move. A sob wracked his body harshly as a hand took his arm and scooped him up.

Warmth wrapped around him as the hands pulled him close, Bilbo let a whine tumble from his mouth, he clutched onto the cloth his face was pushed against.

His mind was struggling as it began to foggy over, but each jostle and fresh waves of pain sobered his mind even only slightly. He felt like he needed to throw up as a headache pounded harder than before. Bilbo felt himself being moved onto something tall and the world around him was a blur.

Bilbo felt his mind give as he squeezed his eyes shut when the world around him moved dizzily, things began to feel fuzzy and distant, then all at once it stopped and he felt like he was floating.

The first thing Bilbo could remember after a long while of floating in only darkness was that he felt warm again. He cracked his eyes open dizzily, finding himself on something soft and warm.

He rolled his head to the side weakly, trying to make sense of anything. He could make out blurry figures moving around him and could hear noises and voices, foreign to him, he could almost recall one of the voices though, it felt familiar, it sounded familiar.

Bilbo felt someone touch his arm, and he let out a loud whine, before he weakly kicked his feet to try and get away from the unknown blob.

He couldn’t make sense of the sounds and voices around him. He pulled his arm away as a cold thin hand took it.

‘No’ he thought- or did he say that out loud, maybe he did as the blobs stopped trying to grab at him ‘Thorin, I want him, please’ a sob bubbled up in his throat.

He grasps at whatever was beneath his hands he whines again, he wanted Thorin, he wanted Thorin, Thorin would make all the pain disappear and maybe hold him till he felt better again.

Bilbo couldn’t stop the loud, hiccupping sob that pushed its way up his throat. Bilbo started shaking violently as his pain began to grow worse.

When Bilbo blinked his eyes open a familiar shape moved over him-Bilbo grabbed for them desperately, like a child would with a blanket.

The face of the person became much clearer, “Gandalf '' he heard himself cry out, he let out another sob but this one was laced in relief. “Get him-plea-ase g-get him!” Bilbo could hear himself beg as he gripped the wizard’s cloak.

“Bilbo, calm down, my boy. You are alright,” Gandalf said quietly. He pressed a hand to Bilbo’s head as he took the hobbit’s smaller hands in one of his.

“You’re hurt. You need help immediately,” Gandalf said. His voice was calm and soothing and Bilbo couldn’t help but to calm down, even if it was only a little bit.

He squeezed his eyes shut, Bilbo shook his head and sobbed, “Please, Gandalf… Thorin, please-please”

Gandalf’s voice sounded pleading as Bilbo felt him squeeze the hobbits hands gently, “Bilbo-” Gandalf tried to say before Bilbo interrupted him.

“Ple-please, Thorin, please! I need him-Gandalf, please!” Bilbo's voice shook and he opened his eyes and pleaded to the wizard.

Gandalf froze then his face fell into a serious look. “I will do what I can, Bilbo. I promise.”

And that was that. Bilbo couldn’t recall much after that, his memory either being too blurry or his eyes being too full of tears to really take anything in

Bilbo had no idea how long he was in that state of mind, drifting in and out of it like a leaf lost to the raging waters of a river.

On one particular occasion when he could, he could hardly make sense out of anything around him till Óin walked in quickly, Bilbo's mind lurched suddenly, sending a shot through him that mhm feel more awake then he had in a long time

Bilbo looked at Óin as the older Dwarf looked at him with enough clear worry that made Bilbo’s stomach turn knots and flip. Bilbo reached out to him.

Oin took his hand gently, “laddie, your going to be alright I’m here now, let get you patched up how's that sound?” His voice was quiet, like he was trying to offer comfort to the hobbit.

Bilbo hiccuped and tried to fight crying again and he reached up to hug Óin. Óin quickly scooped the hobbit into a hug.

“your alright lad, your alright…” Óin mumbled into his hair as he hugged the hobbit and for the first time in a long while Bilbo began to relax.

When Óin released Bilbo he immediately began to dart around the room gathering things or preparing others at a speed that was almost surprising to Bilbo.

Bilbo watched Óin work with amazement, and in a matter of minutes Óin was beginning to clean Bilbo up. Bilbo stopped Óin as the healer was cleaning him up. He needed to know.

Bilbo interrupted Óin as the dwarf began to open his mouth to ask what was wrong, “W-where's Thorin? D-did he get my-my letter?” Bilbo asked weakly as he let Óin go.

Oin made a face that told Bilbo he didn’t hear him, he repeated himself again a little louder when had Óin asked him to. 

“Aye lad,” Óin said as he nodded, he took a rag to Bilbo's head causing the hobbit to flinch and the dwarf to give him a look. “Thorin got your letter lad, don't worry” Óinsaid as he got back to cleaning the wound on Bilbo's head.

“When we got Gandalf’s letter. Thorin was worried, so he sent me ahead.” Óin tossed the rag into a bowl, he moved to dig through his bag pulling a needle and thread out and coming back over. “Came as fast as a pony would ride, even had some help from the mirkwood elves surprisingly enough”

“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” Bilbo asked shakily, Óin looked at him with a look one might give the village idiot.

“'What do you think I'm going to do lad?” Óin asked his voice laced with mirth, “You have a good gash across your head, I need to sew it up before it gets infected” Óin said as he threaded the needle.

Óin huffed and moved closer now before taking Bilbo’s head “It looks like they've just been wrapping it up, hmph, that's a good way to get an infection, and one is already trying to take hold” the dwarf huffed as he began to stitch up bilbo’s head. Bilbo flinched and whined as he did.

Óin continued stitching, his movements quick and efficient. Bilbo eventually stopped wincing and Óin finished his work. He then checked Bilbo's arm and the smaller injuries before bandaging him up.

“I think you'll be alright lad- though it seems you may have a small fever, but it should break in a day or two” Óin told him as he patted the hobbits arm comfortingly. Bilbo nodded at Óin’s words and began to relax,

“A-And when will the others be here…?” Bilbo asked him. Óin hummed in response.

“Not sure lad, not sure when they left after I scramble to come here.” Óin said he got up and began to pack and clean things back up. “Though they can’t be too far behind, maybe in a day or two.”

Bilbo nodded at that. Óin pointed at him and puffed his chest a bit as he glared at the hobbit- but Bilbo saw no real malice behind it. “You worry about getting some rest lad, I’ll wake you if they show up.”

Bilbo chuckles and nods softly; he had already started to feel a tad drowsy, so he doesn't have to wait far too much longer before he nodded off, with dreams of lonely mountains, distant places and of his friends.

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I’ve finally finished this second part, and I’m sorry it took so long to do but as I have said before unfortunately it’s not everything I wanted to write, I split it up for my own mental wellbeing. That means I’ll be making part three and if you like this and part one, then keep an eye out for three. Now to @ people, because for some unknown reason you people want to know when I’m being a heathen.

@bllbabaggins @m4yh4ps

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ love you too much

Peter walks into the campsite along with the lost boys and greets you as always

“Morning Y/n,” he says yawning

“Good morning Peter.” You handed him his coffee, straight black with honey and vanilla.

“Let’s do this shall we?” He said as he sat next to you and Felix

“We shall.” You nodded and took out a pencil and paper from your bag

You and him were planning a party, not just any party, the biggest party Neverland had ever seen, you were inviting everyone as well, Indians,lost boys, mermaids, even the pirates, it was going to be one hell of a show.

“This is going to be the best party Neverland has ever seen!” Felix said with excitement

“Honey there you are.” You heard a voice coming from a far but you knew who it was.

Wendy.

“Oh hey what are you doing up so early?” He asked her

“Well I wanted to be with you silly.” She sits right on his lap which was so awkward because you guys were literally in the middle of planning a party.

“Wendy I’m kinda doing something.” He says with his hands in the air not knowing how to react

“And I want to be a part of it, is that so wrong?” She said with a smile

He just sighs

“Continue.” He told you

And you did , your very best.

**********

A couple minutes goes by and you start to think you guys are finally getting somewhere until…

“That sounds like a bad idea I don’t think you should do that.” Wendy said

“It’s not for you to decide Wendy.” Peter said as he’s writing something

“But don’t I have a say?” She said

“No. You wanted to spend time with me but you don’t get to tell the king of Neverland how to plan his party.” He said with annoyance

You could tell he was getting upset.

Felix then looks at you wide eyed and signaled a “let’s get out of here “ look

“Listen Peter I actually have to start breakfast I can totally catch up with you later.” You said trying to get up quickly

Felix does the same picking up the party supplies

“You know what that’s not a bad idea , we should all get ready for breakfast.” Felix gets up quickly as well walking fast with you

Peter just rubs his face, clearly stressed out. He gets Wendy off of him and walks away, shaking his head and looking very upset.

********

Weeks went by and the party was tonight, you were very excited for it because you Peter and Felix planned this like your lives depended on it.

“You ready to get this ball rolling?” Felix came in the kitchen door as you were making French toast

“Hell yeah I just want this to be over already.” You sigh

“Hey what’s wrong?” Felix asked

“Just , it’s not fun anymore.” You said looking down

“Wendy is a nutcase huh.” He said as he sits on a counter

“Hey! I’m sure Peter wouldn’t like you talking like that.” You said looking at him

“He’s the one who called her it in the first place!” Felix says laughing

You just roll your eyes

“Well he’s with her for a reason so let’s change the subject.” You say walking towards the skillet

“Hey hey hey don’t get mad at me because you’re so head over heels with Peter -“ you quickly run towards him and put your hand on his mouth

“DON’T YOU DARE.” Was all you could say before the door opens and Peter sees you in the position

“Terribly sorry for interrupting.” He said confused

“Oh no no no Peter I was just-“ as you were trying to come up with something to say

“Hey what you and Felix do is none of my business.” He said with his hands up and winking as he closed the door

“Damit Felix!” You yelled as you slapped him

“How is ANY of this my fault?” He yelled back

You roll your eyes and walk away .

So yes, you were head over heels for Peter, but only Felix knew, and you were never going to tell anyone, especially Peter. Plus he had his land to take care of, his boys to look after, and most of all, he had Wendy.

********

The party started in about 2 hours, you and Felix and of course Peter were sweating like pigs trying to do the final touches on things

“Everything looks , simply, amazing!” You say looking at it all

“This is what teamwork is all about guys.” Felix said feeling proud

“We truly couldn’t have done it without one another.” Peter said folding his arms and smiling

“Honey!” Wendy yells from afar

You all turn around and see her smiling away

“What are you doing here? This is a surprise for everybody.” Peter said confused

“I wanted to help silly.” She said kissing him on the cheek

Peter rubbed his face and looked stressed.

“I really wanted to do the final touches with Y/n and Felix.” He said calmly

“And now you can do it with me.” She said picking up a party hat and placing it on the table

Peter was very overwhelmed and you could tell it was taking a toll on him.

Party was finally here.

The boys came in with their best dress, which was just their regular clothes with some homemade bow ties

The mermaids came to the shore and sat on the rocks enjoying all the drinks that you guys made

Indians came and sat at the table eating the food and talking amongst each other

Peter and the pirates were talking and getting along great , you never knew why him and Hook were enemies when they got along so well.

“Aye aye I would’ve drank that whole bottle if it wasn’t for you Pan!” Hook yelled playfully

“I bet I can out drink you here and now Hook!” Peter put his money where his mouth was.

“Oh yeah?” Hook said taking an other swig of his drink

The boys laughed and laughed you haven’t seen Peter laughed this hard, he was genuinely having a good time with his boys and enemy Hook.

You smiled at that

“Honey let’s go sit next to the fire.” Wendy said as she interrupted the boys talking and laughing

“Wendy I’m with the boys right now maybe later.” He said still laughing with Hook

“No I’m cold honey.” She said

The boys look at Peter not knowing what to do, it got awkward really fast.

“I’m with the boys.” Was all he could say as he was quickly sobering up not understanding why she was acting like this

“I just told you I’m cold.” She said folding her arms

“Then go get a blanket.” He pointed to the cabin

She looked at him in disgust

“Come with me.” She dared to say

That’s when you believe Peter lost it, he lost all self control, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or maybe it was simply both.

“We do EVERYTHING together! We sleep together, we shower together, we eat together, we do laundry together, we cook together, hell we might as well shit together too!” Peter yelled in front of everyone.

Nobody said a word , they all just stood quiet, as did you.

“Peter why don’t you go inside your cabin for a bit buddy.” Felix said trying to pull him away

“Fuck no! You don’t tell me what to do, the lost boys don’t tell me what to do, the Indians don’t tell me what to do, the mermaids don’t tell me what to do and SHE!” He points to Wendy.

“She DEFINITELY will never EVER tell me what to do again!” He said, he was fed up, he was exhausted, he let her control his every move, the king of neverland was never really the king perhaps, just a puppet on a string and the puppet master was Wendy Darling.

********

That night was one of the most quiet’s night Neverland has ever had, though you could hear whispers all throughout the land, for everyone was talking about Peter and Wendy.

You couldn’t sleep so you decided to go to your thinking spot, the waterfall, it was a little cold out so you brought your blanket with you, walking around and taking the night in your eyes start to shift to the waterfall, it was such a beautiful sight to see, so peaceful, so magical, so- Peter was sitting there …

Just as you were about turn back your foot stepped on a twig.

Peter turned your direction

“I-I’m so sorry I had no idea you were here.” You said as you were walking away

“Wait!” Peter yelled as you stopped in your tracks not knowing what do to , back still facing him

“Come sit.” He said

You turn around and nod walking every so slowly towards him.

Sitting down you put your hair behind your ear, nervous on what to even say. You hadn’t seen him since the fight.

“Can I tell you something?” Peter said

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” You said looking at him swallowing a little hard for your mouth was dry because of how nervous you truly were.

“I think I loved her too much.” He confessed to you as he looked towards the water

“Why do you say that?” You got the courage to ask

“It feels like weight and darkness when I’m with her, it didn’t use to feel like that. It’s like after she got comfortable and consumed me , ate me and spit me out into nothing ” He shook his head

“Peter…” was all you could say

“I loved her too much and I lost myself while doing so. It’s like I’m thirsty all the time, and I can never get a drink of water. It was like a curse, a beautiful tragic curse. “ he said looking at you

“You know what you have to do right?” You asked him

He simply nodded and looked towards the water once again.

“This is going to be hell.” He says picking up a rock and throwing it in the water.

[geometropolis]

grt3D episode 6: little icarus

it was getting late. heptagon was sitting on his bed with the lights off, rocking back and forth.

suddenly, they flicked on. parallelogram burst into the cabin and made brief eye contact with heptagon, who had frozen still.

“don’t look at me like that,” parallelogram said, as heptagon stared at him. “just go to sleep already.”

“i–”

“you what? are you going to finally apologize for leaving us out to dry? or are you just going to find an excuse for it?”

heptagon shut his mouth again.

“just as i thought.” parallelogram rolled his eyes, then got into bed and attempted to sleep; he found that too difficult, however. 

he sat up. “i used to feel kinda bad for you, y’know,” he started. “just like you, i was taken from my life to compete in this silly thing. and at first i was super pissed about it.”

heptagon looked at him.

“but, y’know, kite was right. she often is. there was nothing i could do to get out of here, so i made the best of it. and look where i am now! now i actually want to win!”

heptagon looked away again. “so?” his response was near-inaudible.

“i quit moping around. you didn’t. and that’s screwing us over. even if i didn’t care about the third dimension at first, i had the heart to care about those who did. and now i care as well.”

nothing. heptagon’s response was complete silence again.

“listen. i don’t care if you want to win or lose or whatever. but stop treating us like we don’t exist. because we do. we do want to win. and you’re ruining it for us.”

still nothing.

“geez, it’s like talking to a wall…” parallelogram muttered, shaking his head. he closed his eyes again and went to sleep.

heptagon stared at the door. kite never came.

…

that morning, origin actually stuck around in geometropolis instead of just spending time with the eliminated contestants in the paradox. this was for the best, as kite was looking for him.

“hey, kite!” he greeted.

“hey.”

“sorry about–”

“you don’t have to apologize for heptagon…” kite smiled and sat down next to him. “hopefully, soon, he’ll apologize himself.”

“d’you think he will?”

“sure. i wish i hadn’t snapped the way i did…”

“even if he kinda deserved it…”

kite chuckled sheepishly. “even if he kinda deserved it. hey… no matter what happened, there’s a chance i’ll be eliminated today… like, seriously, why was oval eliminated? is there, like, a viewer vote or something? because he certainly didn’t deserve it.”

“nope, no viewer vote. but i’d… i’d be sad if you were eliminated.” origin spoke in a stilted manner, his voice grave. “don’t tell anyone, but you’re one of my favorite contestants.”

“aw, that’s sweet of you!”

“but yeah, möbius just tells me who’s gonna be eliminated. don’t know how he decides, though. hey, speaking of the devil…!”

“DID SOMEBODY SAY MY NAME?” the proverbial devil in question asked, arriving on the scene. “MY EARS ARE BURNING~!”

“good morning, sir!” 

“GOOD MORNING TWINNY!!! it’s been a while since i’ve seen you this early…”

“the eliminated contestants are doing fine without me, i think.”

“DOING PROOFS, I HOPE?”

“they’re… doing the best they can!” origin leaned in to kite. “not!” he whispered, certainly putting the ‘wink’ in ‘twinkle’.

“hey,” kite piped up. “am i eliminated?”

möbius edged back. “yes... how did you know?”

kite took a moment to process the information; she breathed in, and breathed out. “...just a guess.”

“darn,” origin said, unsurprised. he now directed his voice at möbius strip. “should we gather everyone, or should i just take her now?”

“i should say goodbye to people, right?” kite asked.

möbius yawned. “i don’t want to gather everyone yet. i’m letting them sleep in. you can go and say goodbye to whoever… BUT BE QUICK!”

kite smiled at him. “thanks!” she then went off.

“huh,” möbius said. “weird.”

kite first went to the cool kids’ cabin to say bye to her cousin. she knocked lightly on the door. “rhombus!” she whispered loudly.

“what is it?” rhombus replied from the other side of the door in their usual monotone voice; they didn’t sound bleary at all, as if they hadn’t been asleep.

“i’m… i’m eliminated. möbius just told me.”

“oh… oh kite,” rhombus’s tone softened. “i’m so sorry. you’ve been doing so great.”

“thanks.”

“see you at home?”

“yeah. see you at home.”

rhombus opened the door and hugged her.

kite then went to her own cabin, knocked on the door, and waited.

heptagon opened it.

“is… is parallelogram awake?” 

heptagon frowned and nodded. “yes.”

parallelogram stepped out from behind him.

“kite! where were you last night?” he asked, concern lingering in his voice. “wh–”

“parry, listen. möbius told me i’m eliminated.”

“WHAT?” he cried in shock and dismay. “why would they vote for YOU?”

this confused kite, but she continued. “parry… you gotta keep going strong, okay? for me.”

“kite…” parallelogram grabbed her hand. “i’ll do my best. hopefully… others will too.” the two looked at heptagon.

“i have to go now,” kite finally said. “i’ll be rooting for you, pal!”

soon enough, kite indeed went. origin buzzed and took her away.

hours passed before he returned; but as möbius wasn’t going to start for a while anyway, he was willing to wait.

“GOOD NOON EVERYONE,” möbius yelled at 12 on the dot. “TIME FOR TODAY’S CHALLENGE! oh, and kite’s eliminated, by the way.”

the contestants gathered in their usual spot; among them was square, groggy and very annoyed. “is there no other way for you to wake us up?” he complained. “geez louise.”

“I WON’T TOLERATE SUCH INSOLENCE… SHUT UP.”

square rolled his eyes. then he had an epiphany.

if i annoy the heck out of möbius strip… will he eliminate me? 

“yeah,” triangle called out to him. “shut up, square.”

“...TODAY’S CHALLENGE IS A RACE. ONE MEMBER PER TEAM WILL RUN FROM HERE TO THE EDGE OF THE FOREST AND BACK. LAST ONE BACK LOSES. YOU HAVE, UM… 20 MINUTES TO PREPARE. SURE.”

“okay!” droplet addressed her teammates. “i have a great idea–”

“no you don’t,” rhombus said. “okay, you two are terrible at running, so i’m gonna do the race.”

“i–”

“i’m not that bad at running!” star protested.

“yes you are. okay, you two just stay here and–”

“can you please listen to me?” droplet cried. “you two never listen! you never take anything i say seriously!!”

star froze in place. this was just like heart…

“i keep suggesting ideas for challenges but neither of you even try them!” droplet continued, tears forming in her eyes. “and neither of you tell me anything!! it isn’t fair!!!”

rhombus was about to speak when star cut in. “hey… what is your idea, droplet?”

“well i… i wanted to use tree branches to make wings!” she wiped her eyes, and they shone. “if i ran while wearing them, i’d catch the breeze and speed ahead!”

“that is an absolutely ridiculous–” rhombus started.

“–ridiculously cool idea!!!” star blurted. rhombus glowered at him. “why don’t we try it?” he continued.

droplet beamed at him.

meanwhile, helvetica had a plan of their own.

“okay, pentagon, we all know you’re the fastest shape here,” trapezoid said.

“yup!”

“but we want to make sure you can keep up that speed for the whole race – so we have a way to get you water throughout, so you don’t get thirsty!”

“all we need is a bunch of cups, really, courtesy of origin,” hexagon explained. “before the race we’ll fill them all up with water, and then we’ll set them out along the course – that way you can just drink from a cup whenever you get to it.”

“...wait, but what if she trips on one of the cups?” octagon asked. “or what if somebody else does?”

“oh, i hadn’t thought of that…” trapezoid bit his lip.

“i know!” hexagon perked up. “i’ll just carry them all and go along with pentagon during the race.”

“you sure you can do it?” octagon was skeptical. “the cups would all spill…”

“well, she plays the ukulele,” trapezoid pointed out. “i’d say her hands are pretty darn steady.”

“yes indeed!” hexagon smiled. “if i can carry a tune i can surely carry a few cups, can’t i?”

“...okay. i’m running,” parallelogram stated.

“...do you need any help with anything?” heptagon asked hesitantly.

parallelogram looked dubious. “no??”

“but i–”

“look. it’s fine. i’m running.” 

heptagon frowned as parallelogram left without another word.

möbius strip was minding his own business when he suddenly heard his name being called. 

“hey möbius,” square yelled. “where are you from?”

“HUH?”

“where are you from? what’s your favorite color? how old are you?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE…”

“what time did you go to sleep last night? what did you have for breakfast this morning? what’s your credit card number?”

“i swear to the PRIMES ABOVE!” rectangle moaned. “what has gotten into you, square?”

“i could ask you the same thing…”

“don’t worry about him, tango,” triangle said, guiding him away from his brother. “anyway, so i’m gonna run the race – can you wait at the finish line with, i dunno, a mathematicookie or something? i’m gonna be pretty hungry.”

“what?” rectangle exclaimed. “i’m not just gonna be your servant! you didn’t even ask me if i was on board with this idea.”

“well, i’m clearly the better runner.”

rectangle scoffed. “no you’re not.”

“uh, yes, i am.”

“did you not see me yesterday? i’m not the wimpy rectangle you knew in grade school anymore.”

triangle shrugged. “true. but i’m still faster and stronger. for a challenge entirely dependent on one team member, i think it should be me.”

“what, and just let you step all over me again? you know, square wasn’t wrong about everything – you barely let me participate in challenges!”

“maybe that’s for the best!”

“...tell that to circle.”

triangle went silent.

“fine,” she said at length. “you can run. i don’t care.”

“thanks, origin,” octagon said, receiving a manifested thumbs-up in response. “okay, let’s get these cups filled up.”

helvetica translated over to their cabin with verve, hexagon practicing her cup-carrying abilities on the way. 

pentagon opened the door and turned on the sink. “cup!” she requested. hexagon passed her one. after a few moments, she asked the same again, switching out the full cup for an empty one. 

trapezoid spent a few moments chatting with them, before going to wait outside with octagon; there wasn’t much either of them could do to help, after all.

“hey, trapezoid…” octagon said at length, chewing her pacifier tensely, “how are you so close to those two?”

trapezoid blinked. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, well…” she paused. “ugh, how do i say this? …how do you be a good friend?” 

octagon received a warm smile in response. “well, what do you think?” trapezoid asked.

octagon groaned. “hrrgh, i dunno.”

“well… i think a big part of being a good friend is helping them whenever you can… being able to have fun with them, tell jokes… and y’know, you have to enjoy each other’s company, right?”

“yeah, i guess that sounds right.”

“why do you ask?”

“i just–”

“we’re done!” pentagon exclaimed, as hexagon came out with a huge stack of full cups. “you were right, hexagon really can carry!”

“that should be enough branches!” droplet proclaimed, as star dropped them off near her feet; they were specifically branches with plenty of leaves, taken from trees in the forest. she turned to rhombus. “how’s the blueprint going?”

rhombus held up a drawing of wooden wings. “it’s certainly going,” they said half-heartedly.

“perfect! now let’s get to work…!”

droplet and star began crafting the wings: rhombus’s blueprint outlined a system that involved cutting little notches out of branches and inserting little wooden pegs to connect them together, making joints that were just flexible enough. they also bent a twig on each wing into a handle for droplet to hold. even though rhombus wasn’t really on board with the idea, they certainly put effort into designing the wings the best they could.

after a few minutes, the wings were done! droplet grabbed the handles and flapped the wings – and they were sent northward! “wow!” she exclaimed. “they work!”

“thank the primes,” rhombus muttered.

“OKAY EVERYONE, COME TO ME,” möbius called. 

the racing contestants gathered just south of him, pentagon accompanied by the water-bearing hexagon; the other contestants waited a bit to the west.

“oh möbius~!” square sang.

“TWINKLE, GET THAT PEST AWAY FROM ME! IF HE DOESN’T SHUT UP I’LL MAKE HIS TEAM LOSE RIGHT NOW.”

origin started towards square, who promptly ran away. the two circled around the others several times before rectangle grabbed his arm.

“for the love of geometry, square, you need to stop,” he pleaded. “for me, if not for anyone else.”

square sighed. “fine.”

origin flashed away, and came back a moment later with his camera lens.

“OKAY. OH MY GOODNESS. OKAY. RACERS: ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET… GO!!!!!!!”

rectangle, pentagon, parallelogram, and droplet burst forth, with pentagon taking the easy lead – just behind her was rectangle, and then parallelogram and droplet.

“just tell me when you’re thirsty!” hexagon puffed as she ran alongside pentagon. “i’ll give you a cup!”

“can i have one now?”

hexagon passed her a cup, which pentagon emptied in a second and dropped. 

“no littering!” trapezoid chided from the sidelines.

“sorry!!”

droplet was falling behind, much to her dismay.

“c’mon, droplet!” a voice called out. “you can do it! use those wings!!!”

she briefly looked back to see star cheering for her. 

newly determined, droplet started running faster. and she jumped.

then the breeze started pushing her forward! the other racers watched in awe as droplet passed them.

“it isn’t gonna last,” rhombus muttered.

“why not?” star replied. “it’s your design.”

“well yeah, but a good design can’t make a stupid idea work. this is gonna crash and burn.”

“really???” star gasped.

“i was being figurative.”

“oh… well… i believe in her, anyway.”

trapezoid was loudly cheering on pentagon. “PENTA-GO FOR THE GOLD!!!!”

octagon smiled and laughed. “heh… oh yeah, about what i was saying earlier…”

trapezoid looked to her. “oh yeah? about being friends? what was that about?”

“yeah, um…” octagon turned away. “...i like you guys.”

trapezoid blinked. “oh?”

“b-but i’m not good at it!”

“...not good at liking us?”

“i mean, ugh,” octagon shook her head. “like, you guys do all the things you mentioned before, all the time: you help each other, you have fun, you make each other happy, whatever… i don’t.”

“i mean, you might be a little detached, but we love having you on the team, octagon,” trapezoid smiled.

“oh?” octagon made an awkward expression. “well… um… if i am ‘a little detached’... how do i… be a little more… attached…?”

“you gotta put yourself out there, that’s what! jump into things!”

octagon scoffed. “tcch, i’m not doing that.”

trapezoid rolled his eyes affectionately. “if you say so…”

“primes, i gotta catch up!” rectangle gritted his teeth. “i have to prove triangle wrong!” he pushed his legs harder, speeding far past parallelogram.

“darn!” parallelogram bit his lip.

heptagon watched from the side, unsure what to do. he wanted to help, but…

droplet continued to soar past the other racers, speeding towards the tree. as she approached, she flapped her makeshift wings to get herself to slow down, but she was already moving too fast – and she crashed.

“ow…” she murmured. by the time she picked herself up and dusted herself off, pentagon had already reached the tree and moved on.

“cup!” pentagon exclaimed, and received one.

droplet grabbed the wing handles again and started flapping – but she was barely getting anywhere. the wings had broken…

square, meanwhile, was busy sneaking away from the rest of the waiting contestants to bother möbius strip – but triangle intercepted him.

“oh my primes, square!” triangle snapped. “didn’t you hear what möbius strip said? if you bug him again we automatically lose, you idiot!”

“i know! and when that happens, he’s gonna eliminate me! we’d both be happy about that!”

“you don’t know it’d be you! what about rectangle?”

“don’t be ridiculous, there’s no reason why möbius would eliminate him.”

“has he had a reason to eliminate oval? or kite?”

“or circle?”

“shut up about circle!”

“listen, i know you want me out of here. i want me out of here. just let me do this.”

“i won’t.”

“why?”

“i. just. won’t.” 

rhombus sighed as they watched droplet struggle to catch up with her competitors on foot; she had to leave the broken wings by the tree. “what did i tell you? i should’ve just brought the remote to mess with the other teams…”

“there was no harm in trying out her idea…” star mumbled.

“uh, yes, there clearly was. we’re about to lose. this is why i don’t listen to her.”

star frowned. heart had often been afraid about completely irrational things, sure, but it certainly didn’t help anything when star brushed him off…

pentagon and rectangle were nearing the finish line, with hexagon down to only two cups.

“cup!” pentagon exclaimed. hexagon promptly passed it to her.

“you’re almost there!” trapezoid called. “you can do it!”

octagon watched on tensely.

“cup!” 

hexagon held out the cup – but then she tripped over the empty one on the ground! the last cup of water went flying.

“nooooooo!”

but then a fuschia blur swept in, catching the cup before the water could spill out, and handing it to pentagon as she ran past.

“octagon!” pentagon exclaimed. she downed the water and jolted forward.

rectangle groaned as she passed him again. parallelogram nervously looked over his shoulder: droplet was still far behind.

phew, he thought. at least i won’t lose.

and with that pentagon crossed the finish line, arriving back to möbius strip. rectangle and parallelogram soon followed, with droplet trailing behind.

“CONGRATULATIONS, HELVETICA! SORRY, COOL KIDS. NEUTRAL REMARK, GROUP TWO AND YIM YUM.”

hexagon and trapezoid started cheering. “pentagon! pentagon!”

octagon walked towards them, took a breath, and joined their cheers.

upon seeing her, octagon’s teammates started cheering for her as well. “octagon! pentagon! woo!!!”

the cool kids, however, had nothing to cheer for. droplet dragged herself towards her teammates.

“i thought it would work…” she said softly.

star kneeled down. “well, you–”

“you thought wrong.” rhombus’s usually blank voice had an edge of resentment. “enough.”

they left for the team’s cabin. star took droplet’s hand and led her back with him.

heptagon stared at parallelogram, who was pacing back and forth.

“for crying out loud!” parallelogram suddenly blurted, stopping. “why are you always staring at me like an idiot?”

heptagon had a vaguely worried expression. “you almost lost.”

“yeah, i know.” parallelogram continued to pace. “you don’t have to rub it in…”

“i could’ve helped.”

“that’s new! well too late for that.”

and heptagon went silent again, his eyes wide and empty. there was nothing more he could say if there was nothing more parallelogram would listen to.

…

“you’re so calm!” circle had been surprised by kite’s lack of surprise. she’d just showed up, without any drama whatsoever.

“yeah, well, i guess i had extra time to process.”

like every day, origin had broadcasted the challenge live to the inhabitants of the paradox; in fact, they had started betting on the racers. 

“i bet parallelogram’s gonna get it!” kite exclaimed.

oval chuckled. “you can’t just choose him cuz he’s our teammate! it’s pretty clearly pentagon.”

“yeah,” heart conceded. “if droplet’s plan works, she’ll probably win, but if not it’s definitely pentagon. she’s scary fast.”

circle concurred.

in the end everybody but kite won the bet.

origin returned in due time. “hey folks, how are things?” he asked.

“i wish rhombus could be a little nicer,” kite said. “well, nicer to everyone aside from me. they treat me pretty well.”

“i’m glad droplet’s being listened to…” heart murmured. “hey, origin, how long is star gonna stay pink?”

“oh, he’ll be like that until the end of the competition, i’m afraid.”

“huh.”

suddenly kite sighed a sad sigh.

“what’s wrong?” oval asked. the two of them went aside.

“i dunno,” kite said, “i’m just thinking about our team. i feel like it’s my fault they keep teetering on the edge of total failure.”

“is this about heptagon?”

“for the most part, yeah. heptagon doesn’t want to be here; if i’d have just left him alone, not only would he be happier, but also i’d be able to focus more with parry. we’d have done so much better if i accepted it was just the two of us.”

“i guess… but it wasn’t wrong of you to believe in heptagon.”

“yes it was. please don’t sugarcoat it.”

“yim yum’s in a weird place, sure, but that isn’t your fault. i understand if you blame him; you have no reason to blame yourself.”

“fine. i can’t help but worry, though… even if heptagon actually comes around, i doubt parry will be willing to accept that.”

“well, it’s not like either of us have anything to lose. if parallelogram doesn’t accept his help and suffers because of it, that’s his loss and his loss alone.”

“i guess… y’know, you’re very wise, oval.”

“hey, i have to be! it’s not like there’s anything better to do.”

[21witnokidz]

IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 5

“Ok ok so by your logic you’re saying that hot dogs are basically sandwiches?”

You and Arthur were still having your stupid debate about cereal but this time Arthur brought up the comparison of cereal and soup.

“Oh god when you put it like that it’s terrible. I’m just saying the only difference between cereal and soup is that one’s hot and the others cold”

“I can’t stand to listen to you anymore“

Everyone was gone from the camp, including Bessie who had went to buy some stuff. That left you alone with Arthur.

When you 2 were done with your lunch Arthur gave you his bowl to wash.

“I’m not washing your bowl do it yourself”

“Huh? You don’t complain when you have to wash everyone else’s?”

“That’s because it’s a team effort. I’m not washing your dish when we’re the only ones here”

Arthur sucked his teeth and scrubbed his bowl with an attitude before putting it aside. You stood up and dried your hands on your dress before walking to the wash bucket.

“Well we might as well get some laundry done”

You grabbed half the clothes and gave Arthur his half to wash. You began scrubbing the clothes with a purpose like Bessie taught you. You look over to your right and see Arthur just swirling the clothes around in the soapy water thinking they were getting washed.

“You don’t even know how to wash clothes?”

“Dammit Y/N I’m not a woman. Why do you think I know how to do these things? Doing laundry just isn’t a man’s business”

“These aren’t woman chores they’re just basic life skills”

You snatched the clothes from him and made him pay attention to you.

“You take the clothing. Rub the bar of soap on it, dip it in water and then scrub it on the board. If you still see a stain on the clothing then you do it all over again”

You finished your demonstration before wringing the shirt and hanging it out to dry.

“Wooow”

Arthur clapped his hands sarcastically and attempted to do what you taught him.

-

“So how’s your head?”

“It’s only been one day. Wounds don’t heal overnight”

“Just when I was tryna nice…”

“I was joking. Thanks for asking though”

There was a short silence for a bit.

“I remember when my mom had a similar injury. My dad through a beer bottle at her head.”

“My god Arthur that’s terrible.”

“Yea whatever. What’s happened, happened”

Soon everyone came back with supplies and food.

“Y/N is your head okay? I’m sorry I had to leave you with this silly boy here”

Bessie glared at Arthur and he averted his gaze.

“Yea it’s fine. Thanks for coming back quick I didn’t wanna be around him any longer”

Hosea entered in the conversation

“Well that’s too bad. I was thinking of taking you two with me on a job”

“What kinda job?”

“I spotted a house we could rob”

That made you nervous. You didn’t want to commit a crime. But you also didn’t want to disappoint Hosea. You were gonna say something before Arthur spoke.

“Hosea I don’t think Y/N would want to do that. Her parents were killed in a house robbery. Not to mention her head is still healing”

“You know what that’s right. I’m sorry Y/N. Arthur you’ll just join me then”

“Nuh uh. I’m supposed to stay near Y/N till she gets better. I swore that to myself. And also I think Bessie will kill me if I don’t”

“Well well Arthur looks like you’re maturing. Good for you”

Everyone sat down to eat and talk and tell stories. Dutch and Hosea were telling the story of how they met. Both of them were going to rob each other at the same time and when they figured out both of them were skilled thieves they decided to team up together. That’s when they met Arthur a few years later and Hosea married Bessie.

After a while everyone retreated back to their respective tents. Everyone except you and Arthur. Both of you just didn’t wanna go to bed yet.

“So we take a shot whenever we’ve done something?”

“Exactly!”

“That’s a weird game Arthur”

“I’ll go first. Never have I ever stolen something. It could be anything even from your parents “

You and Arthur both took a swig from you beer bottles.

“Ooh little goody two shoes ain’t so good after all?”

“It was just a dime ok? I wanted to buy some chocolate for myself. Never have I ever… held a gun”

“What kinda question is that?”

“I’m not gonna lie I just wanna get drunk. Never actually done it before”

“Ok then fuck the game let’s just take a shot every time we see a bird fly by”

You and Arthur kept drinking and drinking and pretty soon y’all could barely stand up straight.

“Ok watch this Arthur I’m- I’m gonna shoooooot that bird”

“Noo don’t shoot the poor bird”

You shot at the crow in the sky but missed of course.

“Yea I hit it! God I’m so good! You saw that Arthur! They should put me in a fucking museum for my sharpshooting goddamn!”

Arthur pointed his rifle in the sky

“Hold on imma hit one of them white dots. What are they called? Stats? Stars! Right imma hit on of them stars!”

He fired and the recoil was too much and sent him to land on his ass.

“I’mma get that bird again watch!”

“Stop killing birds Y/N you’re scaring meeeee oh fuck it imma do it too”

You and Arthur were just aimlessly shooting at the sky while singing

“Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode

Who never ever learned to read or write so well

But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell”

Bessie then stepped out her tent and screamed at the two of you.

“Arthur Morgan and Y/N you two go to sleep right this instant!”

You and Arthur immediately dropped your guns and scurried off to your tents while giggling maniacally.

At first you weren’t too sure about this group but now you’ve decided you belong here.

[craftboxsys]

district memories of managers master list

because like, two of my friends were actively curious and encouraged me to talk about my memories of the managers, so! i guess we'll start with the more tame of the two sets of memories. also heads up, these are mostly just for people i actively remember being around a lot or have actual memories of. uhh, people like cosmo, belle, tawney, holly, etc. aren't included because i was never around them enough to have an actual input on them as cogs.

anyways! memories under the cut. it starts with clash mems in green then my district in red.

benjamin biggs; very into sharing drama with people, i've listened to him maybe 5-6 times just go off about a set of cogs and then told me about rain & derrick man. outside of that i didn't really talk to him much? i've heard more from other toons if anything like how he's a bitch to fight because half the time he just taunts people then gets really loud with the stupid ringing.

buck ruffler; i more ran into buck a lot because we both had a mutual attachment to gambling. like, we became friends (sorta) over me running into him to play slots or something. quack was really fun to be around, really loud like me. we both matched each others energies really intensely and if anyone else was around they'd get annoyed super fucking fast. uhh buck didn't really give a shit that i broke the filter and thought it was really funny, we'd get into cussing matches in the server when it was dead so i didn't get caught by pete /silly

chip revvington; was NOT a fan of me by any means, i'm a horrible influence on pancake so he'd get really annoyed when he found out i was hanging out with her a lot. not to mention i was her SISTER FIGURE? outrageous! uhh, chip tended to be really quiet and reserved when we were alone though, it was really awkward but there were a few times when i was upset that he actually dropped the "i hate you" act and just kind of awkwardly asked me if i was okay and if he could help at all. i didn't really know what to do but it usually lead to just me being held. even if he hated me he kinda sucked at it /silly

dave brubot; really weird friendship with this guy. i hit him with a golf cart, he emoted, and slid/ran off for a good couple weeks before i'd see him again. uhh, met up again after i'd tripped and got squashed by a flowerpot? i got scooped up, dusted off, and set back down on the ground like nothing happened. can't remember what he said to me but it was probably something something are you okay or something. not quite like that, that's not the brubot fashion but yeah. he left again when i was sure i was alright, gave me his number, and i just kind of held onto it for a couple months? i didn't do anything with it, i just focused on my tasks for the most part before getting to the kudos board for mezzos melodyland and really just kinda went "huh. i forgot i had this." to the number? called it on the phone later that night and nobody picked up. but i think that was because he was performing, i later got a whisper from pancake about it asking if i called hymn. and uh, yeah. i got teased for a while about having his number and all that but we became really close friends. i'd go and visit him out of the blue during the day since his shows were at night. we just did a bunch of useless shit together a lot of the times, it was really fun... kind of domestic. i miss hymn, he's goofy as hell.

misty monsoon; i don't remember a whole ton about misty but i do remember us not liking each other at all for a period of time. uh, we sat down eventually and just started talking on the docks together. talked about exes, life goals, what we want to see out of the world... kind of just deep conversations. i asked her about mary since they were together and she told me about how their relationship is. i got advice from her about some other things and got told to never change who i am for anyone else. people'll love me if they see past all my dumb shit anyways and stick by my side if they really do care.

graham & flint bonpyre; the two of them were married in the clash mems i have, they're very very closeknit with each other. i used to steal stuff from graham's place in spite for like, the LONGEST time. pancake and flint both had to keep convincing me to bring things back myself and apologize in person, but then graham would go and taunt me about it. so, we kind of had this on/off frenemy situation going on. shakes my fist, clash graham you're a bitch!!!!!! as for flint he was generally really nice to me, he and pancake were in a qpr with each other so i saw flint more than graham. we'd chat with each other from time to time but otherwise i really didn't run around or into him too often. i'd stop and say hi if i saw him on the street over time because of pancake.

cathal bravecog; barely remember cathal but he was cool, we'd hangout pretty often just to play video games or just watch tv. i had a tendency to just pass out on his floor or the desk when we were in the middle of watching a movie or something on the longer side of things for time frame things. shrugs, would have to say? pretty cool guy tbh.

and now... onto the general gist of my district managers. i'm not typing out individual things like i did for clash memories because my head's starting to hurt trying to force myself to remember this stuff, but: like i said in the one post before about them all being their own brands of insane? yeah. that's really not far off. so far the only one i've really typed up anything for is graham because i was in and out of lullaby lane a lot since it connected to mezzos melody land.

graham, holly, prester, etc. were all programmed to be more of promotional kinds of bots. like, living... walking talking advertisements for human corporations or the idea of human corporations abroad. graham was more humanoid compared to the rest of the managers because he was meant to be like, a physical model or representation of humans to the toons since humans didn't frequent in toontown enough for everyone to be aware of them.

i don't remember exactly what all corporations they were promoting but it was probably a mix of a bunch of bullshit. i think a majority of my memories were just being involved in maybe one or two of their personal lives (chip and flint through pancake) and anyone else i hardly knew outside of running into them on the off chance i was out and about in their assigned playground districts.

i wanna say out of all of them i've seen mary the most? we're friends (ish) because of the one case i had that weaponized a cog with dip and was blasting toons with it in barnacle boatyard. it was contaminating the water so i had to work with a group of other people in the detective agency to figure out what the fuck to do to get this thing out of here. then mary rolls up and blasts it with a shit ton of water when it's core was exposed. so yeah, good relationship with mary at the very least. that and i wanna say dave and i were on really neutral terms in my district.

i'd swing by from time to time like clash mems but we didn't do much, it was more to just check if anything new happened related to a really long open case. uhh, i think i saw more of the managers after i stopped the detective things but they were all literally so fucking crazy at times it was a little off putting & scary.

not to mention there was a weird bug floating around for a while that transferred override codes to a couple of the other managers. chip didn't mean for that one to happen but it just did, he wasn't programmed with the override to begin with. if i remember right, he had something put in him when he was taken out in a fight maybe once. the details were really limited on that.

anything else relating to them were from things i'd heard on the offhand.

additionally for stuff with buck since i'm pretty sure people know from the past posts i've made on him that i have strong feelings towards my districts buck because, well uh... he's tried to kill me a decent few times.

[eveningdrinking]

plasma fic but jays fucking not having it (tw: ed) finished!

my silly little comfort fanfic, not the best thing i wrote, just wanted to test my writing skills in english!

It's all started pretty innocent: a few "you can have it!"s and a lot of "maybe later"s. But it was happening more and more often, so someone eventually had to notice how disturbing the change was. 

The first one to grow suspicious of Jay's behavior was Kai. As the three of them chatted by the table, Jay seemed to be listening to them carefully. Yet his stare was blank and his fingers were tapping the wooden surface as if he tried to play a slow, quiet song. Kai then, seeing Jay's state, tried to ask "Everything's alright?" which he responded to by nodding his head.

"Yeah. Just a lil' tired". 

"But you feeling better today? Goin' to eat anything?" He asked because the day before Jay said he was a little nauseous and didn't feel like having dinner. 

"Mhm. But I think I'll have something later so that Lloyd will have someone to eat with." With that said, he stood up. 

"Good idea. Him having to train while we eat is dumb as fuck. Has to heat up food and shit every time. I can join you guys, maybe?" 

Jay shook his head "Nah, it's cool! You're probably tired after today so I won't make you wait any longer. And.. I have to talk to Lloyd about something, y'know?"

"Oh, yeah, 'kay" 

Then he left. 

In the evening they all decided to play games. As the time went on, most of them left for sleep, Jay being first, leaving only Lloyd and Kai sitting on the couch. 

"So.. What did ya talk about? You and Jay?" If Kai thought the excuse was real, he wouldn't give a shit about their personal conversation. But he didn't. And had to check it. 

"Uh… When?" Said Lloyd, still focused on the game. 

"Like, at the dinner?" 

"You forgot we don't eat together or somethin'?" 

"No, I know, he just.. I was curious if you two met. Didn't see him after until like now." He didn't know if he should talk about his suspicions with someone other than Jay. 

"Huh, well, I saw him when I finished the training, we didn't talk much. Said something about the weather or other stuff, I don't really remember." He laughed a little bit to put an end to the talk. 

Kai tried to at least smile.

"Hey, man? You there?" Kai knocked on the door a few times. Upon hearing the fast "Come in", he opened the door and stepped inside. 

"What's up?" The red-haired guy was sitting on the bed cross-legged and typing something quickly onto his laptop. 

"Whatcha doin'?" Let's start non straightforward. 

"Nothing important actually." Jay turned off the computer and set it aside. "You not sleeping yet?" 

"No, wanted to talk a little" There was no need to keep waiting. 

"Sure. About what?" 

"Like," Kai sat next to Jay on his bed. "about you? Kinda?" This made Jay look confused. "Something's wrong?" 

"No? Is there?" Jay answered with a question. 

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. How was dinner with Lloyd?"  That was the moment when Jay knew he couldn't escape the inevitable. The look on Kai's face, the blunt question, it all reminded him of something that already happened. 

"I don't- don't understand? The fact that I missed today's dinner isn't really worth talking about" 

"It was not only today's dinner, y'know? Hey." Seeing guilt in Jay's eyes he moved so that he was face to face with him and reached for his hand. "I just want to know what's wrong. You've been acting differently these days."

No answer. 

"... Jay, you definitely eat too-" 

"Leave me the fuck alone" Jay covered his face with both of his hands and curled his body a little. 

Surprised, Kai had no idea what to do. He took a few breaths and tried to say something. "It's fucking dangerous, you know? I have no idea why you act like-"

"Like what?" Jay looked at him, fear and embarrassment in his eyes. "Like a child? Yeah, that's true. So that's settled, so fuck off." He started staring at the floor. He wasn't actually saying this to Kai but to himself. 

Kai stood up and breathe in. "You realize you just made me sure that somethings very wrong? Maybe we'll talk about it when we're both calm?" That wasn't really Kai's way of solving problems but seemed like the only rational one right now. 

"No! I don't.. I don't know…" He also stood up while saying this. "I… Kai, I'm sorry.. I'm so fucking sorry, I'm just- so tired of this and-" He started tearing up which was only noticeable by the cracks in his voice, as his head was lowered. His fingers were dug in his other arm. "I kind of thought.. That you all won't notice" 

Kai stepped forward to place a hand on Jay's shoulder. "I think everyone kind of noticed" Those words made the boy sob louder. "It's because we care, yeah?" Kai added, trying to make the situation better. "Is this the first time it's happening?" Jay shook his head. "Maybe you can tell me about it?" 

Kai led them both to sit on the bed again, this time Jay placed his head on the other's shoulder and played with his hands for comfort. "It has kind of- always been that way..- My parents never had like a.. full pantry of products and it made me feel like… Food is very valuable? ..God, that sounds so dumb when I say it out loud."

"No, no, it's not dumb, I understand. That's why you eat so little?" 

"...That was the beginning I think? It just made me think… that some people need it more than me and I need to earn any food somehow.. Uhm.."

"Jay, food's like the basic thing a person deserves no matter what."

"But that- I- It doesn't change the fact that I just sometimes get into this.. Weird state when I- I can't eat anything or I'll throw up or something" His voice was quieter with every word said. "I don't want you all to see how I'm fucking fighting with myself to eat so I just.. don't. ...Everyday I'm just hoping it'll go away, because-.. sometimes it's better and sometimes it's worse, like.. now."

Kai pulled Jay into a hug. "You should've said something. We would understand."

"..I wasn't sure, it's pretty weird after all" 

"It's not weird, it's dangerous to you. Maybe we'll try little by little?" 

"Like how?" Jay wiped his face with his hand. "I don't really see what we should do with a problem that's ongoing for like 10 years."

"We'll try. Like I said - small steps. Maybe you want to eat dinner in your room? Would that help?" 

"Uhm.. Maybe. Yeah, should help. Just don't expect me to eat all of it, okay?" 

"Okay. Want to talk about it more? Or about anything else, really, I am here to listen."

"I guess.. But not now. I need to think about it a little. That's fine?" 

"Totally fine." Kai then pulled Jay closer and gently kissed his forehead. "Take as much time as you want."

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Hey! I read for dad! Lucifer post and seeing that your requests were open I wanted to know if I could ask for a second part to it, maybe how things evolve between Lucifer and his child and your relationship?

If not, could I request a similar scenario (the dad angst) with Mammon? Thanks a lot!

Much Better Off (Dad!Mammon x F!Reader)

A/N : Wew boy, at this point the only brother's who haven't been made into shitty angsty dads are Leviathan, Satan, and Beel (who already has a dad!fic I just can't make him an asshole... I just can't see it, he's a teddy bear, he would never do anything to hurt MC) Word Count : 3K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; child birth; labor; angst

Mammon would do anything for you, that much was made very clear. He loved you wholeheartedly, he was devoted to you, he was the perfect boyfriend all around. That’s why you weren’t worried, you felt like you didn’t have to be worried, you assumed that he would be there with you, for you, standing right beside you as you both went through this together. Who would have thought that this was the one thing that he didn’t want to take part in with you? Not you…

“Are ya kiddin’ me!? I ain’t ready for a damn kid! Look at me!” He shouted as you sat on the edge of his bed, twirling your fingers as you waited for him to stop ranting. The worst part was that you hadn’t even told him the news, you had just asked him how he felt about having a child together. Seeing his reaction made you want to turn, walk out now before he got any more upset than he already was. “Why’re ya askin’ anyways? We don’t need no kid, we got each other. How we gonna do anything with some baby screamin’ and cryin’ all the time? Gotta think about these things babe.” Your lip quivered as you continued to listen to him, his stance on the situation already clear to you before you had told him anything at all. The sight of you on the verge of crying made him shut up, cocking his head to the side as he studied your expression. “What’sa matter? Why’re ya cryin’?” “Whatever, Mammon. Just leave me alone. You think you can do that?” You snapped at him, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve as you got up from the bed, walking to the door as he watched, clearly confused and unable to think of a time when you had snapped at him, let alone told him to leave you alone. He didn’t get it, and he didn’t think that he had said anything wrong. Asking him how he felt about having a kid was a silly question, especially considering who he was. Did you really think he’d be able to put his money towards some infant? It was hard enough already to share his money with you. You walked into your room, staring at the little white stick that laid on your desk, the two pink lines that had sparked joy in you only moments ago now felt like two walls, and they were closing in on you much too fast. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, unsure of who you were even saying it to, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Sorry to yourself for believing that Mammon was capable of actually growing up, of taking responsibility. Sorry to Mammon for having that much hope in him, for almost placing so much responsibility on the shoulders of someone who couldn’t even zip up his pants without getting his dick caught in the zipper on the first try. But most of all, sorry to the child that you were carrying who had an absolute imbecile as a father and a mother with poor judgement for even thinking that he would potentially make a good father.

Mammon stood outside your bedroom door, his hand raised as he wondered whether he should knock or just walk right in. Surely you’d be pissed at him either way, but he heard the soft sounds of your breathing and he knew that you were sleeping. He should have walked away, he should have waited for you to wake up so he could actually talk to you, but he needed to know what was wrong, what the reason was for bringing up a child, and he hoped that he’d find the answers somewhere in your room. He opened the door carefully, making sure the hinges didn’t squeak or squeal to alert you that he was there. Seeing you curled up on the bed, holding tightly onto your pillow with the blankets wrapped around you, it hurt just a little. You should be holding onto him like that. You would have been holding onto him like that if you hadn’t walked out the way you did. He sighed quietly, turning away from your sleeping form on the bed to go back to searching, his eyes going straight to your desk. There could be something in your notebooks, or maybe in your bag. He wasn’t against going through people's things, it just felt strange to do it when they were in the room. Before he could even start flipping through the pages of your books though, his eyes focused on the little white stick. He didn’t know what it was, he had never seen anything like it before. “What the…?” He clicked his tongue, studying the stick for a little bit more before shoving it in his pocket and leaving your room. He may not know what it is, but surely one of his brothers would know, and the main brother he was thinking of was right down the hall, most likely with his face stuck between the pages of a book. “Hey! D’ya know what this is?” Mammon asked, walking into Satan’s room unannounced as usual, grabbing the stick out of his pocket and holding it up in front of his brother's face. He didn’t understand why Satan looked so disgusted, or why he smacked the stick away and out of his hand. “Jeesh… I was jus’ askin’. What’s yer problem anyway?” He mumbled, bending down to pick the stick up off the floor and shoving it back into his pocket. Satan looked on at his brother incredulously, like he was looking at the biggest idiot in the entire universe, and he was pretty sure that he actually was looking at the biggest idiot in the universe. “You don’t know what that is? At all? What’s it like being so clueless all the time?” Mammon didn’t have time for his little brother’s ridicule or mocking, he just needed to know what the stick was, it might give him some answers as to why you’re so upset. He stood there staring at Satan, his hands on his hips as he waited for a real answer. “It’s a pregnancy test, you dunce! How do you not know that?” Satan groaned, flipping his book open once more, only for Mammon to drop the test between the pages, looking down at his brother with wide eyes. “What’s it sayin’?” He whispered, almost too scared to ask too loudly. He didn’t want any of the other brothers to hear him, he didn’t need them to know. He didn’t want Satan to know either, but he was the smartest brother in the house aside from Lucifer, he was just too scared of how Lucifer would react. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations. Can I get back to my book now?”

The news was out, and you didn’t know if it was relieving that you didn’t have to tell him yourself or if you were more pissed than anything that he had gone into your room and snooped through your things without you knowing. “So when was ya gonna tell me, huh?! Or did ya jus’ plan on hidin’ it till the kid popped out? Betcha was gonna try’na surprise me… Well now ya know… I don’t like them kinda surprises! I don’t want no kids!” He had stormed into your room screaming it, out the window with his plan of keeping it a secret from his brothers. They had all gathered around the door to listen to the fool and watch as he made a scene. You watched on in complete disbelief, holding your pillow tighter against your body as he continued ranting and raving. “All yer fault too! Ya got all jealous ‘cause the ‘ttention I was gettin’ so ya try tah ruin my modelin’, tie me down with some kid that I ain’t want. Who’s the stupid one now? Huh?!” You were on the verge of tears, bringing the pillow up to your face to hide behind it as he continued spewing whatever nonsense his brain could come up with, anything to shift the blame off of himself. “Mammon!” Lucifer’s voice rang loud as he pushed through the crowd of brother’s that had all been looking on in shock. “All of you, back to your rooms. Now!” No one dared to go against him, not even Satan and Belphegor, they all scurried away, but you didn’t doubt for a second that they would be listening from the doors of their rooms, waiting to see what kind of punishment Mammon would get for not only talking to you that way, but also getting you pregnant. “Down to my office.” His voice was stern, he wasn’t messing around. For once, Mammon stood up to Lucifer. He was on a power trip after yelling at you that way, and there was no end in sight. “No. I’m gettin’ outta here. I ain’t lettin’ no human hold me back, and I ain’t lettin’ no human kid hold me back or take my money. The Great Mammon is leavin’, and I don’t want no one ta follow me either.” He strode out of the room, his head held high as if saying all of that made him feel more powerful than ever. Maybe it did, maybe he got a rise out of it, you weren’t sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. “Y/N, are you alright? Do you need anything?” You could tell that Lucifer was enraged. The way Mammon had spoken to you and him was unacceptable on every level, but with Mammon gone, you had become his priority, the center of attention. He smiled weakly to you, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed as he awkwardly patted your legs through the blanket. “Are you thirsty? Do you need anything to eat?” You could tell that he wasn’t good at this. Comforting others wasn’t his forte, but he was trying his best, and it was appreciated. “Tissues?” You said weakly, finally letting the pillow fall away from your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying and repeatedly wiping them against the pillowcase. Your nose was just as red from sniffling so much and Lucifer pitied you. He knew that this wasn’t entirely your doing, Mammon was just being an asshole and trying to find a way out of any responsibility, as he always did. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you with a soft smile, but you were a little confused. Why was he being so nice? “Aren’t you mad at me too?” Lucifer chuckled, reaching out to pat your head softly before standing up again. “Mammon is an idiot, but he somehow has charm. Humans cannot deny him, try as they might, and you were no exception to that charm. He wasn’t careful, which is the case with most things that he is involved with. You didn’t know that something like this could happen, you most likely didn’t believe that it could, but he knew, and he didn’t care. Such are Mammon’s mistakes.” He sighed heavily, grabbing the pillow that you had dropped and placing it behind your head again. “You need to relax, be calm. I’ll bring you some tea and soup. How does that sound?” You nodded slowly, relaxing against the pillow as you dabbed away the tears that had begun to fall. It was strange that Lucifer was

acting this way, you weren’t used to him seeming like he cared, but it was welcomed and much needed.

Mammon rarely ever came back to the house after he left, only dropping by to pick up clothes or random items that he might have left behind, but he never looked at you or talked to you. He never asked about the child that was on the verge of busting out any day now, he didn’t even ask his brothers how you were doing or how you were feeling, never asking if you needed help. He didn’t care, he never cared. “Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Lucifer asked as he walked into your room. It was something that you had now gotten used to, his constant appearances to make sure that you and his brother's child were healthy and well rested. He had, in a sense, taken over, not wanting to leave you to go through this kind of thing on your own. “You’re very close to the delivery and you haven’t gotten a crib or bassinet yet? Is she going to be sleeping on the floor?” He asked, looking around the room. You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you watched him walk further in. “I’m feeling good, thank you. And no… no crib or bassinet. I was thinking she could sleep in the bed with me.” You mused, rubbing your hand over your swollen stomach and feeling your daughter kick against your touch. “A lot of parents do that so they don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night. At least until she’s old enough to sleep on her own.” You shifted, swinging your feet over the side of the bed and quickly walked over to help you up, tsking his tongue at you. “If you spoil her from the moment she comes out, she’ll never willingly sleep on her own. I’ll order one from Akuzon and have it shipped here, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes at Lucifer, patting the side of your bed, motioning for him to sit down. “What is it? Contractions? Do you need me to hold your hand?” He was taking this so seriously, you still weren’t sure whether to be shocked or happy that he had stepped in when Mammon had walked out. He sat down, grabbing your hand before you had even told him what you needed, brushing his thumb along your knuckles. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands and then back up at him, letting out a small giggle. “I was actually just thinking that you’ve done so much… And I’m not even sure why… But you’ve never actually felt her kick. Do you want to? She’s moving around a lot this morning, I think she’s trying to get out.” You pursed your lips, watching for his expression. You could tell he was thinking, his eyes landing on your stomach as he watched the little waves that your daughter made beneath your skin. It was oddly satisfying to watch, and he had been wondering what it would feel like, so he slowly reached his other hand out to place on top of your stomach right before she kicked again. “Does it hurt?” He wasn’t exactly asking you, more so asking himself as she continued kicking against him which had a small smile forming at his lips. “She’s definitely trying to get out… I should order that bassinet now. I don’t think she’ll be in there much longer.” He quickly got up, standing straight as he smiled kind of awkwardly down at you. “Let me know if you need anything while I’m gone.”

Lucifer was right. Your daughter decided that she wanted out that night, and he was with you the entire time. He never left your side at the hospital, and he had even been the first one to hold her, placing his finger in the palm of her tiny hand for her to wrap her fingers around. “Let’s just hope you’re nothing like your father…” He whispered before handing her off to you, leaning in to kiss the top of your head as he brushed the hair out of your face. “You did wonderfully, Y/N. I’m so very proud of you.” Going back home was nice, all of the brothers were standing in the entryway waiting for you. They were all lined up, waiting to hug you and extend their congratulations before all getting a look at your daughter who Lucifer held close to his chest. If none of them had heard Mammon’s outburst at the beginning of your pregnancy, they all would have assumed that she was Lucifer’s based on the way he looked at her alone. With all the excitement and everything that was going on, you hadn’t even noticed Mammon who was standing next to the stairs, his eyes focused on Lucifer, but you couldn’t read his expression, not clearly. “So yer back home…” He muttered, finally stepping forward. “And ya brought the kid with ya…” You heard Lucifer growl quietly, not even realizing how close he had gotten until you turned around and saw him standing right behind you. Mammon’s eyes squinted as he looked between you and Lucifer before he started laughing loudly, waking up your daughter who had been sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s arms. “Oh! Don’t tell me, Lucifer… yer datin’ my girl now… and ya tryin’ ta play dad ta my kid. Is that what this is?” What you weren’t expecting was to feel one of Lucifer’s arms wrap around you, pulling you a little closer to him, still growling, but much more quietly. “That’s exactly what this is. Except I’m not playing anything, I’m sure the child will be much better off with a more responsible father such as myself. Anyway, thank you for dropping by, have a great night.” Your eyes went wide as you turned to look back at the oldest brother. Was that what this was? You hadn’t even known… but… he was so good to you, and you could already see how good he was with your daughter… When was he planning on actually telling you though? He smiled down at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could barely hear Mammon’s gasp over your own. “I’m sorry, dear. I had a much better speech prepared for this, but as per usual, Mammon ruined it.” He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before handing you your daughter. “I’ll be right up, I just want to show Mammon out the door this time.”

[masterwords]

emotion sickness

Summary: Hotch & Jessica's friendship through the years is rooted in turbulence and promises.

Warnings: hospitalization for mental health issues, suicide attempts (overdose), depression, abuse, death (haley's mentioned)...there's a lot going on here and it's sad.

Words: 3.8k

Notes: This is sort of connected to We Shall Be Monsters, a kinda sequel but technically just...using that as canon for something else. It's just a lot of sad, and a lot of my two favorite idiots. I'd like to explore his time in the hospital more, but that document is sitting there wide open and my brain is just not connecting the dots...so instead, I managed this. (Title is a silverchair song. Listened to a lot of my old teenage angst songs to get here.)

Read on AO3: emotion sickness

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“I heard you got locked up.”

“JESSICA ALLISON BROOKS!” Haley squealed, punching her sister in the arm. She was mortified, absolutely outraged that her sister would have the nerve. Jessica's attention didn't waver, she just stared at the boy who sat before her with his eyes unfocused somewhere in the distance, his brown wool sweater in tatters and hanging from his thin frame. He was the antithesis of fashion, sitting there with his ripped up jeans held up by a worn leather belt with two, maybe three extra holes poked in like it was bought or given secondhand by someone who definitely was not the same size. In fact, everything about him looked secondhand.

“Were you?” She didn't even blink, didn't flinch at Haley's attempt to get her to stop. The thing was, she didn't mean to offend him or hurt his feelings, and something in the way his eyes sort of flickered to life under her scrutiny told her that she hadn't, not yet. He was single handedly the most fascinating person she'd ever met, even if they'd only met minutes ago, and she wanted to know everything about him. There was something dark and unnerving in his eyes, something she thought her stupid sister would have overlooked. Otherwise why would she even be interested?

“Hey. Earth to brown eyes...that true?”

That snapped him back, his eyes focused and she thought now at least it looked like someone was home. The bags under his eyes told her a story about a boy who didn't sleep, who rarely even rested, just stared off into space willing time to pass. He shrank under her watchful eye, like she was sizing him up just a little too astutely. She was a little too close to the truth. He felt naked and folded his arms over his chest as a last ditch effort to maintain some semblance of mystery while his facade crumbled around him.

The facade Haley had never questioned. Because, she reasoned, he didn't want her to. And she was respectful. He would tell her things in his own time, that was what she figured. And if he never did...well she couldn't imagine that.

Jessica continued as if she wasn't being brushed off. And in truth, she really wasn't, he just hadn't figured out how to respond. It was a game of tug-o-war in his mind, some silly pull between an outright lie and spilling his guts to her. Something about her was enticing, she was a poisoned apple he couldn't resist. At least that was what it felt like while he was under her microscope. She took his sudden alertness for permission to continue, even if he wasn't outright answering her. At least he was listening now.

“Some of the kids say it was jail, others say it was a looney bin. I guess people don't really call it that anymore, huh? Just the assholes at school. Jimmy Turner said you got put in a straight jacket and hauled off in a white van. Molly said...”

“He went to boarding school for seven months,” Haley interjected adamantly, her bright eyes sparking and spitting flame at her sister. Jessica might have been a little intimidated if she'd bothered to look but she knew better. Wouldn't give in to her sugar coated bullying. Jessica wanted the gory details. She wanted to know what made this scrawny bag of bones tick.

The fact that she hadn't ever quite figured out how to filter her thoughts between brain and mouth wasn't lost on her, but truthfully, he didn't seem to mind. She would have apologized by now and backed off if he did...but he looked almost like he was daring her to continue, like they were playing twenty questions and she hadn't asked the right one yet.

“Before that.”

“Jessica, you're being such a bitch.” Haley was sixteen and that was her word of the week. Everyone was a bitch, and she said it with such vitriol, such emphasis on the end sound that she sounded just like the mean girls in the popular teenage movies. The movies Jess hated. Anyway, Haley knew her sister, she didn't mean to be rude but she was blunt. And she got so intensely focused on things to the point that she couldn't seem to find a way to let them go once she'd jumped in with both feet. She was also completely ignoring Haley, like she wasn't even there, and that was the worst part. She was always like this when she got fixated on something, it was like her vision sucked into one tiny little pinprick and there was nothing Haley or anyone could do to pull her out of it. Her father said it was what would make her powerful one day but what made him ground her today.

“I saw this documentary on mental institutions once. Did you know they used to do electroshock therapy on people? Have you ever seen what happens when someone gets a lobotomy? It's barbaric. They take this thing that looks like an ice pick and they - ”

“Aaron, let's go. We can pick up some burgers and go have a picnic in the park.” Haley was exasperated, mortified, done with the entire inquisition. She grabbed for his hand and tried to pry his arms free of their lock against his chest, tried to get him to his feet, but he was staring straight at Jessica and she could see his lips tick up in the semblance of a smile. It wasn't quite nice, not the charming smile she so loved, something a little sarcastic and a little twisted. She froze.

“I saw brains. Rows and rows of them on shelves.”

His voice was deeper than she'd expected, and it took her a full minute to register what he'd said after the shock of hearing his voice. She grinned so wide she thought it might crack her face right in half while she waited on bated breath for him to continue. Haley found herself suddenly pulled in, she hadn't ever seen anyone silence her sister so quickly and so thoroughly. “You'd probably piss your pants. Be too scared, I bet. The basement of the hospital was full of brains like a mad scientist's laboratory. And autopsy reports, pictures of dead bodies, recipes for truth serum...”

“You're a liar,” she said, scrunching her nose. That was when he smiled, really smiled, and it lit up his entire face. Haley couldn't believe what she was seeing. She'd never heard him talk like that before.

“Am not. Bet you wouldn't last one night in that hospital.”

“And you're so special...” she was losing the upper ground. He'd completely taken her game and flipped it on her.

“I was locked up for two months.”

It was a strange way to meet, even stranger way to become friends, but that was it. If she ever had to explain it to someone, she might struggle, but somehow no one bothered to question it. They were two weirdos in a weirdo pod, that's what Haley said. She whined endlessly about ever introducing them. But, in that moment, she was elated. He hadn't left her, they hadn't argued, they'd become fast friends.

She let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding and sank back into her bed while the two of them leaned forward and whispered about awful sounding things that didn't interest her in the slightest, like criminal co-conspirators. Haley thought about asking why he'd been admitted to the hospital, he had only briefly mentioned it like it was nothing important, but she couldn't imagine how something like that wouldn't be important. She didn't ask though.

He wouldn't tell Jessica why he was admitted to the hospital until they were alone some time later, no matter how many times she asked. He would skirt the question, tell her some bullshit about his parents not understanding him, him being trouble, carefully avoiding anything that might give him away. “I don't want Haley to know,” he whispered, tucking a chunk of too long hair behind his ear. He needed a cut, just didn't want to bother with it. “She'll hate me.”

“She won't hate you.” But, some part of Jessica knew his fear wasn't entirely unfounded. For whatever reason she would never fully understand, he was lovesick over her and she couldn't handle the weight of his admission. Haley wouldn't hate him but she would be afraid of him. For him. She would never be able to see him as anything but something broken to be cared for and fixed, and it was clear that was the last thing he wanted. Everyone else looked at him as disposable and Haley...well she thought he walked on water. He just wanted to hold onto that. Maybe someday he might even believe it, too.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him after that, she did, sort of...but she watched him closely. Listened to his tone of voice more than the words he spoke. She learned how to read through his lies without exposing him.

“Promise me you won't ever tell her,” he'd begged her one night through streams of tears, when the fear of a relapse became a little too real. He'd taken a few of his mother's pills, not enough to do any harm...he wasn't trying to hurt himself, just numb it. But the rest of the bottle was there and it would have been so easy to quiet it forever. So he rode his bike to the Brooks house just so he wasn't alone with the medicine cabinet. There wasn't even anything that happened, the house was quiet, his parents were away...the noise in his head had just become overwhelmingly loud. He'd known Haley was at cheerleading practice but had hoped that Jessica would be home. She was studying for a Trigonometry final when he showed up, but she had no choice...she would close the book for him. He lay on her floor on his belly, his face buried in his arms, and cried. For the longest time that was it, the only sound in the room. She'd turned off her music, no more Jimi Hendrix and his ferocious guitar helping her memorize useless facts...just her friend and his misery. “I'm okay. I just needed to...”

“I understand,” she said, staring down at him curiously. “I promise not to tell her if you promise not to do it again. Aaron...you can't do it again.”

But the problem wasn't her willingness to keep secrets from her sister, it was his ability to make promises against his father's furies. It was shortsighted to try. The next time, it wasn't the worst fight they'd ever had, but some itchy storm was brewing beneath his skin and he didn't have the fortitude to withstand his father's rampage.

It was so predictable.

She ended up at the hospital beside him while he had his stomach pumped, wearing clothes stained with blood and bile swearing to god she was going to tell Haley. She wasn't going to lie to her sister. “You promised,” she said quietly, holding his hand through the thick of it. She was so mad when the hospital called her house, when they asked for her by name because he wanted her there and she had to lie to her parents to borrow the car and drive down there. She was going to be in big trouble if she got caught. Grounded for life, probably get her license taken away.

But his hand was cold and he looked so impossibly sad, she really couldn't be mad at him once she was there. She didn't understand his home life, couldn't put herself in his shoes, and knew it was unfair for her to hold him to a promise as big as that in the end. The fact that he'd tried to make good on it was more than she could reasonably have expected.

“I'm sorry.” The worst part was that...she knew he really was. His mother talked about admitting him again, there were hushed conversations just outside the room between she and the doctor but he was so close to eighteen they couldn't enforce it for long. He could just as easily move out.

They managed to convince Haley it was food poisoning, when it was all said and done. A lie that would weigh heavy on their souls, but the alternative sounded so much worse. It would have destroyed her.

That broken promise as an impulsive teenager bled into every aspect of her adult life. Watching him too closely when she had no business there. He married Haley, and that meant for keeps...she tried to get him to tell her, to let her in, but by then the lies were so deep and would be too damaging. So, she kept tabs on them when they moved to Seattle, left her in the dust. Haley knew he struggled, she wasn't stupid, but she believed he was good. He was better.

“Why are you so concerned? He's happy. He loves this job, he loves living in Seattle...you worry too much, sis.”

Her response to the inevitable question was always the same. “He's my brother. I worry about you guys being so far away.” But there was more to it.

The good years flew by while the bad ones seemed to crawl and settle in for a while.

She watched from the sidelines while the years wore him thin and wondered how much more he had to give before he was gone. He gave everything he had to Haley, to their life, to his job. Fell short in all respects because no one can possibly give that much. When Haley filed for divorce, she'd seen it coming and thought about that crying teenager on her bedroom floor begging her not to ruin this one good thing for him. He'd done a fine job of that on his own.

He survived Foyet twice, but he never really came back from the other side. There was a look in his eye, something wild and dangerous, that never quite went away after the attack in his apartment. It stayed after Haley's death, after the light went out inside of him. She began managing his pills when it became clear that he wouldn't. She was afraid at first that he'd ignore them entirely, clearly not caring about his health. He focused so hard on Jack and on his job that he would forget to eat meals, forget to take his medications, forget to do just about anything that related only to him. One day it occurred to her that if she nagged at him enough, he might just dump them all down his throat out of spite. It wouldn't be the first time, but this would be on her shoulders.

He didn't fight her when she brought in the little rainbow daily organizers and sorted them. He didn't fight her when she texted him a reminder and checked when she came to pick Jack up. Maybe he knew there was some truth to her fears, or maybe he just didn't want her to worry. Couldn't bear one more person whose life he poisoned.

But, there's more than one way to skin a cat. The pills were an easy trick but not the only one he had up his sleeve.

He would dream of the hospital. Sometimes it was nice things, like tutoring the other boys in math. Anywhere from times tables to proofs. Sometimes it was darker things, baiting the other kids into hurting him, choking him until he passed out and hoped no one would find him in time.

Those were the nights he slept, anyway. Mostly he didn't sleep. Sometimes he didn't even try to go to bed, he just put Jack to sleep and stayed in his office all night. Plenty to keep himself occupied, plenty of coffee to keep his eyes open.

On the worst nights, when the bruises under his eyes were almost black, she decided to stay. It wasn't like her cats couldn't live one night without her presence, so she would give him an Ambien and tell him to sleep. “For godsakes, Aaron, if you don't sleep at least one night you're going to...” her voice would trail off at the constant affirmation that she could manage his pills all she wanted and he would just find another way to self-destruct.

“Okay,” he said, not fighting her. If Jack woke and needed anything, she'd be there. He would fight the sleep even as the pill took hold, blink slow and languid, mumble to her about the autopsy reports he read. They always circled back to that, to his fascination, to what he'd seen. She knew that time in his life planted the seeds for this job, it became so deeply ingrained in him, that darkness had also saved his life. In the same ways that the darkness of his job did that for him now.

His eyes were closed and his voice was so soft but it felt like he was reading to her right from the texts. She rubbed his head, fingers dancing through his hair, lulling him into some semblance of sleep. It was just the two of them now.

“Do you want me to go?” His voice was disjointed, a ghostly whisper, a suckerpunch she had to strain to hear.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and stared at the ceiling. She knew exactly what he meant. She'd be lying if she said it hadn't crossed her mind. His son needed him, but they both worried this wasn't sustainable even with her help. He was burning the candle at both ends, and the offer of retirement felt like a slap in the face. The kind that made him question himself, his abilities, his worth. Did they really care, or did they just want him gone? His hands hurt every day now, every single day something as simple as gripping a pen hurt and he couldn't remember doing what the reports said he did. Not really, and everyone walked on eggshells around him at work. Like he might fly off the handle with anyone, at any time. Like he hadn't given the best years of his life to that place, been gentle and kind to a fault only to be turned into some monster no one trusted. He came home defeated more often than not.

So yeah, it had crossed her mind. But she was going to make him say the words. “Go where now?”

“Don't. Jess. Should I...do you think I need to...” He was being honest. If she said yes he'd call his doctor right away. First thing in the morning. He trusted her that much. Maybe he wouldn't have to be admitted, maybe it wasn't that bad, but he wasn't a great judge of when to draw the line. He'd been on a steady downward spiral for years now. Like a frog in a pot of water, slowly and methodically boiling to death without the faintest realization it was happening until it was too late.

But he was also half out of his mind on a sleeping pill and she knew it wasn't the time for this discussion. They could talk about it in the morning when he was clear headed. He'd already moved on, was talking about Adrian Bale, about Gideon breaking his ribs doing CPR. How Gideon kept him alive when he really did just want to die. That was his out. Dying on the job would have set Haley up for life and it was all he wanted for her, to be happy and have a good life. He knew by then that her life could always be better if he wasn't in it. “I shouldn't say that...” he whispered, knowing how awful it sounded. He wasn't supposed to say things like that. But the simple fact that Gideon crushed his ribs when there was only a 7% chance of survival, 93% chance of failure only for him to be here right now, no better off...he failed to see the justice in it. And he had never fully reconciled the notion that Foyet both killed him and kept him alive. That Foyet stabbed him repeatedly and drove him to the hospital. What a fucking stellar joke.

“Why does everyone want to save me?” he asked with big fat tears clinging to his lashes as he drifted into pure black sleep. The kind that dreams wouldn't touch. “Doesn't make sense.” He sounded like that teenager she'd just met, bewildered by the way Haley looked at him, by the way Jessica spoke to him...utterly confused that anyone would want to have him around.

She burst into tears. Big, gasping sobs she'd been strangling for decades. There wasn't an answer that would find its way to her tongue so she bit into it until she tasted blood. This stupid fucking man that her sister chose and then stuck her with forever. He could see his worth at work, he could always understand that, at least on the good days. And the best years of his life where when he tied himself completely to his job, because that was where he was good and he was worthwhile. He helped people. But something sour always appeared. There was some chink in the armor and the pain would creep back in. His conscience started to take on the scathing qualities of his father's voice. He could walk away from it but never bury it.

Instead of answering his question, she pushed her arms around his neck and buried her face in his mess of hair that smelled like cherries and almonds and she just cried. Over him, with him, it didn't matter anymore. Was all the same.

“Fuck you.” But she didn't mean it.

She meant I love you.

She meant she needed him just as badly as he needed her.

In the morning, she would think about her promise not to say a word to Haley while she made him breakfast. She would wonder if she should have said something, if the course of history would have changed enough to save them all from this moment. But he will smile at her with those sleepy eyes and thank her for staying last night. He will say he hopes he didn't say anything too wild, she knows how he gets on Ambien. And she will hold that promise on the tip of her bloody tongue and pour his coffee and sort his pills and watch after him.

Because she made a promise to herself, too, and she's getting dangerously close to having to keep it.

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(4) Daze of Pollen

(Work in Progress - 4 of 8; Slow updates)

Chapter 3

Daze of Pollen Materlist

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only please. Sex pollen. Choking on popular demand. Threesome (p in v and anal). Anal and Double penetration (not exactly, but you'll see). Size kink. Voyeurism. Teasing to the max. Unprotected sex (This is only fiction. Please stay safe irl). Rough sex. For my Steve lovers, he is mentioned included a bit here in this part he joins the show in part 5.

Summary:  Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: Thank you for all your support! I’m still taking kink requests if you have any. Hope you enjoy it!

Since size kink was in demand it’s a personal favorite of mine, it’s gonna be kinda constant throughout the fic. So the reader is short in height only. For rest of the part, I’ve tried my best to stay neutral.

Ever the gentleman, Sam started with kisses. Warm and passionate, his lips and tongue drifted all over your neck, searching for that one spot that made you weak in the knees. Upon finding that spot, he latched onto it, sucking and nibbling like a man starved. His hands roamed your sides, appreciating the planes and curves of your body, pulling you even closer to him.

Eventually he climbed on top of you, his length in his hand. Sam sat back on his knees and guided himself to your core. He was oh so ready to be inside you and feel your warmth surrounding him, to impale you on his cock and give you the time of your life. He was ready to do all that, but he needed to do something else first too.

Sam slapped his cock on your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending little jolts through you. You thought he was only doing that to get you in the mood - not that you needed anymore encouragement, you were already pretty damn horny. But no, you thought wrong.

When he lined up his cock with your drooling slit, you thought the wait was over. Just when his tip touched you, he withdrew and brought it back to your clit. You whined, but he paid no attention.

“You thought that I’d be done with you so quickly, huh? After the way you teased me so mercilessly? No sweetheart, you ain’t getting off so easy.”

The hard timbre in his voice went straight to his core, as if your body needed any more motivation to drool for this man.

Bucky chuckled beside you. You looked at him to find him lying on his back, eyes closed as he relaxed, gently stroking his cock in his hand. “You know baby girl, I told you not to tease him. You should’ve listened to me when you had the chance.” He chuckled some more.

You wanted to remind him that he hadn’t implied Sam would come back at you with a vengeance. You wanted to love but strangle him, fuck him and kiss him silly but kill him too. Sam too. There were a lot of feelings going through, and you were having trouble isolating and concentrating on only a few of them. Nevertheless, your horny self won at last, your body thinking with your pussy.

All that while, Captain America continued his passive aggressive ways. The round tip of his cock played with your sensitive pearl, massaging it so well, sending pleasure impulses throughout your body. You were being pleasured, but you wanted more, so much more.

As if hearing your thoughts, Sam lined himself at your core. You were getting excited at the prospect of being impaled by him. He inserted only the tip of the tip of his head and kept himself there for a few seconds, not moving further but not going back either. In the end he withdrew and brought himself back to you, caressing it rather well with his mushroom tip.

You whined petulantly beneath him, but he only smirked. “You’re not gonna get it so easily, princess.”

Sam was being merciless all right. It was nothing less than torture. Immensely pleasurable, but torture nonetheless. You were so used to seeing him be this sweet, snarky, gentle, and such a giving person. It was so rare to see him enjoying himself as he tortured someone else. But of course, like everything else even this line of thought went to your pussy, setting your core ablaze and making you even more wetter.

And he was enjoying it so much. Too much, in fact. It was clear in his eyes. They were glinting with mischief and hunger, fixated on your nether regions. He wore his signature smirk with pride, savouring every bit of the moment as he made you squirm with need. He knew you were desperate. He was too, but the sight of you needy and squirming beneath him, your body begging for his cock, it was too pleasurable for him to change his course of action.

After a few, very, very long moments, Sam again lined himself with your slit. You were trying to grind your hips against him, trying to somehow get his cock inside you, too out of it with lust and desire to care about the logistics of it all. Sam pushed himself, but only till his head was inside you. He groaned at how good it felt, but withdrew after a few very short seconds. You could see the struggle within him. He wanted to be balls deep inside you, but he wanted to tease you more. You had mad respect for his restraint, but right then you were ready to punch it out of him.

You whined and squirmed some more, but it had no effect on Sam. He continued teasing your pearl relentlessly with the head of his cock. You were about to cry, you almost did, but then another voice chimed in rather aggressively.

“Oh, for the love of God, just fuck Y/N already.” With his sweats around his knees, Steve was fisting his erect cock. Unlike last time, there was nothing subtle about it. He had set a slow pace, but he was enjoying it nonetheless. Slouched on the couch, his eyes were intently set on the three of you,gazing deeply with such concentration, it nearly made you already hot body flush even more. “I want to see you fuck her. I need to see you fuck her.”

Something snapped inside Sam, and perhaps all of you. Maybe it was the desperation with which Steve spoke, maybe it was the authority in his voice. Whatever it may be, you were tremendously grateful for it. Because it finally broke Sam’s resolve. He spread your legs and coated himself in your wetness which was smeared between your thighs. When he pushed into you, he went past his head, slowly but steadily until he was balls deep inside you. He wasn’t teasing you anymore and you were eternally grateful for that fact alone.

He was thicker than Bucky, perhaps Steve too. It made the stretch so much more delicious. Even with Bucky’s cum and your own, it was slightly painful first, but in the most pleasurable of ways.

Sam slightly curled over you with a moan, his eyes closing in bliss at how good it felt being surrounded by your heat. Your walls engulfed his cock whole, clamping down on his thick keeping him inside you. You could feel your core tighten. The ecstasy of being filled right after being teased so relentlessly was too much for you to let go.

“Relax, sweetheart.” Sam whispered in your ear as he petted your head with one hand and balanced himself on the other. “I love the way you’re squeezing me so tight, baby, but you gotta let me go so that I could move. Fuck you nice and deep with this fat cock. You would like that, sweetheart, wouldn’t you? Hmm?”

You eagerly nodded. You didn’t know how he could sound so calm, but you were grateful for it because it helped, a lot.

“Take deep breaths, yeah, just like that.” He took deep breaths and you copied him until you really were calm enough to unclench him. Sam was finally able to move out and push in slowly. “That’s my girl.” He praised and you preened under him. With a quick kiss to your forehead, he began the show.

Sam thrust into you with fervour, as if making up for the time he had spent teasing you. Your arms curled around his neck on their own as you held onto him. His cock stretched you a little more with his hard fucking, completely erasing the slight intilial pain you had felt. It filled you so good, you were nothing but a moaning mess beneath him.

It went on for a good while, him taking you steadily to the heights of ecstasy. Without breaking the connection, he rolled onto his side, rolling you onto yours along with him. The position was new, but pleasurable all the same. In fact it gave him a good angle, a better one even. He went deeper into you, filling your tight cunt with his thick cock, touching spots that made moan louder.

You didn’t think you could be filled anymore, but then another man came behind you.

Lips attached to the back of your neck, Bucky’s hands traveled down your sides until he reached your ass. Maintaining a firm hold, he kneaded your cheeks playfully. His fingers started wandering. You let out a gasp when you felt his thumb circle your rim.

“You ready for this?” Bucky inquired. You were scared for a moment because you had never done anything anal, ever. But you were excited as well, to try something new, something completely different from what you had done before. You nodded and hummed in agreement.

Collecting the mix of his and your cum dripping down your thigh - really, it had become a delicious mess now - Bucky smeared it over your tight hole and coated his thumb with it, the metal one. He circled the rim some more before pushing past it. He was extremely gentle and slow, but the feel of something entering your ass was immensely new and shocking.

Sam slowed down his pace to let you adjust to Bucky’s thumb, but they were deep enough to not let you miss his feel. Bucky started thrusting only the tip of his thumb into you, letting you get used to the feel of him before proceeding any further.

When he thought you were ready, he pushed till his first joint was into you. That’s when you felt the real stretch and hissed. Bucky abruptly stopped. He and Sam whispered sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down. Sam started playing with your pearl in an attempt to distract you from the pain and provide ease. It greatly helped.

Bucky stayed in place to let you get used to the intrusion. Few moments later he rotating his thumb, creating only the slightest of stimulus. Then he tried to move his thumb in circular motion inside you, slightly pushing against your walls.

Your arms fastened around Sam’s shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. It was painful at first. It felt good, but only a little. The pain overpowered it, but you wanted more until you were comfortable. Thankfully, Sam kept you distracted with his cock and fingers.

Collecting more of your wetness before pushing further into you until his whole thumb was in, knuckle deep. It felt...weird at first. The intrusion and the stretch was there, but both your holes being filled, together, it was all so very new. In a space so tight, you felt everything. Bucky’s vibranium thumb was surprisingly smooth. You couldn’t believe you had a piece of the world’s most valued metal up your ass, but it felt good.

Bucky was extremely patient as he let you adjust to it. When he started to move, he kept his movements to a minimum, always under your comfort level. Slowly but steadily he started pumping his black and gold thumb in and out of you gently. Not before long he started thumb fucking you. Knowing you were adjusting well enough, Sam resumed fucking you as hardly as before.

Looking over at Steve, you found him furiously fisting his red, swollen cock. His other hand tugged his balls occasionally. Head leaned on the backrest, he looked at you with half lidded eyes. His bit his bottom lip as he pumped himself without any shame, small grunts leaving his throat.

The knowledge that he enjoyed watching you getting fucked and absolutely ruined by these men, yes, it made you even more wet. Unknowingly, your gaze fixated on his erect cock as he pleasured himself. You didn't know why, but you couldn't draw away your eyes from the sight. Maybe it was because you had never seen Steve so desperate before, or maybe it was the pollen messing with you. Either way, you liked watching him this way.

Suddenly a hand curled around your neck and jerked your head until you were facing Sam. Bucky tightened his grip, pulling you until your head rested on his shoulder..

"You're such a cute little slut when you're bucking on my thumb."

Only then did you realise that you were pushing your hips more and more into Bucky to get more of his thumb. He pressed his hard cock to your back, moving his hips only a little. Most of his movements were focused on his thumb driving into you.

Bucky's hand around your neck kept you somewhat in place. His grip wasn't that tight enough to block your air, but enough to keep you from wiggling too much. You still squirmed under their ministrations, but it was limited to a minimum.

Sam took the chance to grip your hips and fuck you harder. He was relentless in his fucking, taking on a more animalistic pace. Bucky too changed his speed to match Sam's pace. They growled and moaned, sending all of it to your core.

It was nothing but pleasure and only pleasure from that point. Legs tangled, you were surrounded by their heated bodies, your bare skin brushing against them with every thrust. It only amplified the pleasure coursing through you. It disconnected you from the world a little, Sam's thick cock mercilessly pounding into you, his fingers perfectly playing with your clit, Bucky's thumb in your ass, working in tandem with Sam's thrusts. Together, again, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier were taking your body apart, pushing you closer to the heights of ecstasy.

It didn't take long for your walls to flutter around them as your body reached the peak and you came. Sam reached his climax soon after, spilling his hot seed inside you.

Untangling yourselves, you were trying to catch your breath. The three of you spread out, laying on your backs, panting heavily.

It was quiet for a few moments except your loud breaths. A shuffling sound came next and suddenly another hand wrapped around your neck, choking you just like Bucky had only seconds ago. You opened your eyes in surprise to find the blond on top of you. He stared intently at you before speaking, his eyes restlessly roaming your face.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." He said, swiping his tongue along the column of your neck. "It's my turn now, little girl. Are you ready for me, huh? Are you ready for me to impale you on this fat cock and fuck you till I own this pussy? Are you ready to be my cum dump, hmm, letting me fill your pussy with my seed?"

It was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Steve's voice was gravely from being quiet from so long, which made it all the more appealing and panty dropping.

Good thing your panties were already dropped.

Chapter 3

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📏 The Only Tall Maknae | Wonyoung

Request: hii can i request an izone wonyoung jealous cuddles scenario with shorter fem!reader? thank uu Plot: Wonyong and the small idol Fem!Reader are in a relationship. During MAMA, Wonyoung gets jealous of her girlfriend. Words: 2,661 Genre: fluff Notes: tried to write it in a way that was closer to the thoughtless attitude of teenagers inexperienced in having a relationship as idols. there are spaces for prequels or part two, maybe. if you want, send me a plot and i will write more from this universe! hope you like it! have a nice week!

Wonyoung was happy to be at MAMA again. What made her even happier, in addition to performing and receiving all the love from Wizones, was that you were there, with her. Not exactly with her, since the location of the tables was made so that her group and yours were somewhat distant, but you both were there, giving sneaky glances at each other and dancing excitedly during more animated performances by groups you liked. You had to control yourselves, trying to be discreet, even though almost all the idols in your circle of friends already knew your closeness was something more. There were cameras there and they weren't kind at all.

You met through friends and have been dating for almost a year. Staying with her took away all your tiredness, reinvigorated your energies and left you with a happiness never felt before. She was the most beautiful and adorable girl in the world. And you were lucky to be her girlfriend. Very lucky.

Your group had made the second comeback in a year and, for the first time, your schedules were proximate. You were doing your best and she was doing her best, and you were able to meet in the meantime.

You just didn't expect to be nominated for Best New Female Artist, but Wonyoung was rooting for you, and when it came time to announce the winning group, you focused on her again and sighed.

"You are just a silly in love.", Soojin's voice sounded low in your ear, clearly mocking your "heart eyes" towards Wonyoung.

You felt your cheeks getting hot. The pros and cons of being a maknae... even though you were spoiled in many moments, your group really liked to make jokes about how you lost the bossy pose when you were with your girlfriend. And also the difference between your height and hers. It was extremely evident! But you loved it, after all, you could hide your face on her neck while you hugged.

"I'm not silly!", you said, smiling.

You turned your face to the stage, where the MC's were about to read the name of the award-winning female group.

Your eyes met Wonyoung's for a moment, looking for strength in case your group didn't win, and you gave her a bigger smile, getting back the most beautiful smile in the world.

Until they announced the name of your group.

There was a round of applause and you were a little lost, in shock, looking at your group mates for answers. Did you imagine things or did you really win? Your expression was so shocked that, at the same time, several fans were already turning into a meme on the social media. Feeling goosebumps come and go through your entire body and a light tug from Soeun on your arm, you got up and went from your table to the stage.

After that, everything went very fast. The leader, Soojin, said gratitude words to the fans, the staffs, everyone who supported the group, promises to continue working hard to deliver a good message through music, etc...

Wonyoung was very proud of you and, as your group came down from the stage and went to a part on the side of it for pictures, Yujin made a joke that she couldn't understand, but it was about the two of you. She looked at Eunbi as if she was seeking approval to come to you, but Eunbi was in a conversation with Nako about the award.

"It was pretty obvious that they were going to win, they are the best!", Yena exclaimed, when a new presentation started.

"You guys make a couple of very powerful maknaes, despite the height difference!", Chaewon whispered, from Wonyoung's left side, making her smile.

A few minutes went by and Wonyoung wanted to be able to go directly to you to congratulate you, even if not in the warm way she would do backstage, with a very tight hug and soft kisses on your lips, calling you "my love". Looking for you at your table, Wonyoung frowned. Your whole group was there, even the prize was there with them, but where were you? Were you at the bathroom?

"Where...", Wonyoung's question died in it's beginning. A few tables on the left, there were you. Holding another girl's hands. And that was enough for Wonyoung to feel her cheeks flush with jealousy and her heart sinking into her chest.

"I can't wait to take several selfies with it! It's so beautiful!", whispered Yein beside you, thinking about the award that was in Soojin's hands.

You nodded as you went up the stairs, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning aroung, shoulders and a smile that formed an enlarged heart were the first things that took over your vision, indicating that the person who called you was tall. You focused your gaze on the face, raising your head, and realized that the owner of the smile was Yeeun, as known as J, a member of StayC. And your friend and classmate.

"Hey!", she greeted you, still smiling, and held your hands. "You rocked up there! I only got time to listen to your group's album yesterday, but it's really good! Congratulations on the award!"

"Oh, thank you so much!", you came a little closer to her to allow the girls to go up the narrow stairs. "I'm in love with your album too. ASAP always manages to make me very happy, even on days when my mood is not... good."

You were not praising each other for no reason, you had known each other long enough to not need formal praises.

"I know how hard you and your group worked for it and it was really deserved.", she had a caring glow in her eyes. "I know I haven't been on this idol journey for a long time but if you need anything, I'm here. I know there may be some difficulties but we will get through them together!"

"You can count on me too, Yeeun. This is not easy at all, but we are managing to achieve our dream almost together! Can you believe it?", you said, smiling excitedly.

Until you felt the lighting of the place get a little darker.

Yeeun's eyes landed on a spot above your head. You turned around to see the reason why there was a shadow on you, and there she was. Your girlfriend.

Yeeun greeted Wonyoung, bowing, while she was standing there, beautiful and in that black outfit full of sparkles that left you mesmerized since the beginning of her presentation.

"Hello, bab-sun-babe-nim!", you stuttered, impacted by the beauty of your girlfriend.

Almost calling her "babe", you tried to fix it by calling her (actually trying to call her) sunbaenim. Even though Yeeun knew about your relationship (you had already told her since you were friends), you didn't want any strangers to know. And that place was full of cameras and ears everywhere. It was risky. But your correction to the soft nickname you used to call her only made Wonyoung raise an eyebrow. There was something in her eyes and you knew it wasn't because of the makeup.

Yeeun greeted her and Wonyoung used a polite education towards the girl of almost the same height, differentiating by a few centimeters almost imperceptible, but that, with you between them, made you look much younger than them, even though the three of us had almost the same age.

Wonyoung praised StayC's performance and Yeeun thanked her before saying bye to you both and heading to the table where her group was at.

You raised your hand to Wonyoung's but the tall girl crossed her arms.

"Hey, what's up?", you asked.

"Nothing.", her tone was harsh and you felt a small pain your in your chest, but she had a smile on her face. A fake smile. "I wanted to be the first to congratulate you, but someone has already done that.", The smile was still on her face, for the cameras, but the tone of voice was still kinda rude towards you. "I can't even hold your hands without hear you saying that some people might be surprised by it, but apparently it's just with me. But, congratulations on the award, Y/N. It was well deserved. The girls and I congratulate your group.", she turned and started walking in towards Izone's table.

"Hey, what's up, Wonnie?", you asked, hurrying to catch up with her, but keeping an expression of false happiness on your face.

"Nothing.", her tone of voice cut into your heart, she hadn't even bothered to turn around.

"Hey, you know I can't keep up with your stride, that's not fair."

She stopped on the stairs, in the corridor that led to where her group's table was, turning to you and you almost ran into her, taking a few steps back.

"Just don't!", her gaze on you was as hard as her voice, but the smile was wide open on her face, it was petrified there.

You stopped as you watched your girlfriend move on without looking back.

"I can really do whatever tomorrow morning, I don't care, I just need to get this sorted out as soon as possible."

"I just think it's too late for you to go there...", Soojin had some concern in her voice.

"Have you texted her yet?", Jiyoon asked, stretched out on the living room floor.

"Several times and she doesn't answer nor even reply my texts since yesterday.", you paced back and forth in front of the television.

"If you keep walking like this, we'll find petroleum," said Soeun.

You sat on the floor next to Jiyoon.

"None of the girls answer you?", asked Seojeong, stretching.

"Hyewon replied that she is in a bad mood and locked herself in the room after dinner."

"What did you do, huh?", Yein asked.

"I don't know!", you almost shout, hiding your face in your hands.

"Oh, go on then because one in a bad mood is one thing but two in bad mood in different groups is a punishment! Go, go!", Soojin pulled you by the arm to get up and started pushing you towards the door .

"But what about the manager..."

"We'll find a way to cover you up, don't worry!", Seojeong said and Soojin closed the door.

You went down the stairs, calling an uber.

"Do you know how late it is?", asked Hyewon, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"I know you don't usually sleep early, Hyewon. But it's a life-and-death situation!", you replied while removing your shoes in the lobby, only your socks on your feet.

"Death for whom? Only if it is for us, right? The sour mood she was in... I asked if she wanted salad and she almost killed me with her eyes!", with a tone of indignation, Sakura started to speak. "What did you do, huh?"

"I don't know!", you were about to cry. "Can I go and talk to her?"

The two girls nodded and you crossed the room to the hall like a bullet. When you opened the door, the room was dark and you already knew the way to Wonyoung's bed because you visited her sometimes. But instead of lying down, you knelt beside the bed, even in the dark, and whispered her name. You wanted to hold her hand but you were afraid. If she was upset with you, she probably wouldn't want you even there.

"Wonyoung?", you called again, this time in a louder tone.

"I can't believe you came here even after I treated you like that."

You didn't understand what the phrase meant.

"Can I lie down?", you asked, receiving in response Wonyoung moving her body to give you some space.

You embraced her in a hug, hoping she wouldn't reject it, even with her back to you. Again, her answer did not come in words. She held your arm around her.

"What did I do? Tell me so I won't repeat it.", your face was on her back.

"I'm feeling ashamed."

"Of me?"

"No! Of you??? Never! I'm ashamed of myself. I can't even look at you...", she confessed.

You were still confused, but you hugged her tighter. You wanted her to feel you there.

"You don't have to. You didn't do anything wrong, Wonnie..."

You heard a loudest sigh and she turned to you, resting her hand on your neck and touching your foreheads.

"I... I was an idiot. You, your group, had just won one of the most important awards of the night! I myself know how it feels to win it, I know how rewarding it is and... at the moment I-I didn't support you because I was... jealous.", you knew you shouldn't interrupt her, she was venting out. "I wish I could've hugged you and praised you... I feel so proud of you and everyting that you have achieved... but I saw you with that girl and she was holding your hands and she was smiling with such affection, I don't know what I was feeling other than jealousy.", her voice showed a little bit of anger and fragility but she kept her hand on your neck, caressing it. "I was wondering if she was special enough to show affection like that in front of so many cameras... if you liked tall maknaes and...", at that moment you laughed. "Hey, don't laugh! This is not funny at all!", she slapped you lightly on the shoulder.

"No, babe, what's funny is that you think I could have eyes for anyone but you."

"Yeah, you go ahead and think it's funny! And if it were me with, I don't know, a short maknae like you, holding her hands, wouldn't you be jealous when you saw it from a distance, without having an idea of ​​what's going on? Would it be funny?"

"Yah! I get it! Don't even make me think of you with someone else.", you took her wrist and stroked it. "Yeeun is just a friend from school and she was congratulating me. There was nothing else. There would never be. She knows about us and gives the greatest support! I just didn't get to introduce you decently because there is never enough time. I want you to see that you don't have to feel jealous because you are the only tall maknae I love. I love you. "

"I'm sorry for ruining everything and making you come here almost at the dawn. You shouldn't have come so late!", she pulled you into a tight hug. "But at the same time I'm so glad and relieved you came.", she whispered that last sentence.

"I would come at anytime.", you whispered back, kissing her cheek.

"It's too late for you to leave. What are you going to do? We can arrange everything for you to stay.", you were going to talk but Wonyoung wouldn't let you. "We can really work it out, make up a very good lie for the managers, take you back to the dorm quickly tomorrow very early. I imagine you have a lot of commitments now that you've won the award but... it's so late... and I want you to stay with me."

"Okay, I'll stay.", you replied, without thinking. "But I need some clothes to sleep."

"Okay, you can borrow Nako's pajamas."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding!", Wonyoung laughed. "You can borrow one of mine. It'll be huge on you, but you look beautiful anyway."

Embarrassed, you hid your face on her neck and felt her presence for a while, a warm embrace full of a young love that was blooming beautifully. The next day, you would have to deal with your manager scolding you a lot, knowing he would be right, but for now, you would enjoy your time with Wonyoung. Whatever happened next, it wouldn't matter. What mattered now was to be with the only tall maknae that you loved with all your heart.

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Hellooo! This is my first time asking for a request here! And I've only recently found this acc and I've enjoyed reading your fics ever since. As for the request, can I ask an angst scenario about vegeta x reader where vegeta treats the reader like trash because he doesn't know how to express his affections properly and they're both lovers (bulma's with yamcha btw if thats okay). Until one day, the reader just couldn't handle his actions and is tired of being treated like shit so she snaps at him and ignores him all day. Its up to you how it ends but it'll be great to have it fluffy.

So this turned out really long! I hope this is what you were looking for! My inbox is open for requests everyone :-)

Y/N sat, grinning, as Bulma, Yamcha, and Krillin tittered about Bulma’s most recent science venture.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I need a new test subject! You’ve been through worse, right? It’s also a paid position,” Bulma said.

“No way!” Krillin said. “Why don’t you use Yamcha? Your boyfriend, your guinea pig!”

“Krillin, it’s a hair growth serum,” Yamcha said. “You’re kinda the only one who fits the bill, pal.”

“Oh haha. You know I can grow hair, I just shave it all off.”

Y/N laughed along with Bulma as Yamcha and Krillin started to squabble. Bulma nudged Y/N’s hand, and she looked over at the bluenette.

“You know, you’ve been over here a lot, lately,” Bulma said.

“It’s nothing,” Y/N assured. “Just want to spend some time with some old friends.”

“You sure? You know, last time you were always visiting because of-”

Y/N raised her hand and shook her head.

“Yeah, I know. He’s still an ass, and I’m not gonna lie, it is nice to get away from him somet-”

A sudden impact shook the ground and the group. Krillin and Yamcha were the first to stand, with Y/N gripping the table and Bulma falling to the ground. Y/N scoffed, looking out into the flying dust. She spotted the hazy outline of a blue aura, and Y/N groaned as she helped Bulma up.

“Speak of the devil,” Y/N muttered.

“Earth woman!”

Y/N sighed as Vegeta’s figure quickly crossed the field. She crossed her arms and glared at him.

“Well, well. Done knocking yourself around for the day? Come to say hello, Vegeta?”

Vegeta scowled.

“Shut up! And who do you think you are, wandering off and not telling me?”

“Knock it off man, she’s just hanging with us,” Yamcha said. “Nothing’s gonna happen to her while we’re around.”

Vegeta ignored Yamcha and marched to Y/N.

“You should know better than to leave the house without telling me first, Y/N. I can’t train and make sure you don’t get yourself killed,” Vegeta barked. Y/N rolled her eyes and sat down. She grabbed her drink and looked Vegeta in the eye as she took a sip.

“Look. I’m fine. You don’t have to start an argument every time you see me, you know. How about you sit down with us? That way you know where I am and you can relax,” Y/N said. Vegeta scoffed before turning his back.

��As if I’d waste my time here. You want to stay with your pathetic little friends, fine. Go ahead. See if I give a damn,” Vegeta called over his shoulder. Y/N watched as Vegeta marched to the mound of dust and dirt he landed on, and she rolled her eyes again as he took off.

“He seems to be in a good mood,” Bulma said, dusting herself off. Y/N nodded before sighing and leaning back in her seat.

“He’s been a real ass lately. I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” Y/N said. Bulma patted Y/N on the back. Yamcha shook his head, and Yamcha scoffed.

“He’s not exactly Mr. Congeniality, Y/N,” Yamcha said. Bulma pulled Yamcha by the ear.

“And you’re the boyfriend of the year, huh?” Bulma asked. Krillin and Y/N laughed. Y/N then cleared her throat and rose to her feet.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I should probably get going. Vegeta doesn’t need any more reason to start yelling,” Y/N said.

Krillin stood to hug Y/N.

“Don’t let him push you around,” he whispered in her ear.

Y/N nodded and waved at Bulma and Yamcha before excusing herself to fly off to her house.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

The sun started to set by the time Vegeta arrived home. He walked in, expecting dinner. What he found instead was Y/N washing dishes and setting them out to dry.

“Woman.”

“I have a name,” Y/N said.

Vegeta ground his teeth and continued.

“I take it you haven’t cooked today.”

Y/N didn’t look up; she moved to the cabinet and grabbed a glass to pour herself a drink.

“I did cook. And then I cleaned the pots for you. Here you go,” Y/N said. She gestured to the pots and utensils on the counter, then passed Vegeta to go sit in the living room. Vegeta followed her, stomping as he went.

“And do you really think I’m going to do my own cooking?” Vegeta said.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“You will if you want to eat. You know, maybe if you weren’t such an ass today, I would have made enough for you to eat, too.”

Vegeta crossed his arms and glared at Y/N.

“I’m an ass? How about you, gallivanting around without a care in the world?” Vegeta said.

“I was just with my friends, Vegeta,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “You know, I don’t want to argue with you. I’m going to bed,” Y/N said. Vegeta followed her to their bedroom, and he leaned against the door frame and watched as she tucked herself into bed.

“So that's it then? You're just going to ignore me for the rest of the night? Vegeta asked. Y/N said nothing, running her hands over her face.

“What happened, Vegeta? Why are you acting like this? You know, first I thought the whole “loose cannon, lone wolf” thing was kinda cute, but now, you’re just plain mean. What is it? Do you not like me anymore? Am I just another “worthless human” to you now?”

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Vegeta thundered. Y/N nodded, eyes drooping wearily.

“Yeah,” she said. “I guess I don’t know what I’m talking about. You know, I thought people were wrong about you. You were sweet for a while, at least to me. Guess that’s all down the drain, huh?”

Vegeta opened his mouth, then closed it. He grabbed Y/N’s doorknob and turned on his heel, slamming it shut behind him. Y/N sat in the silence for a while, before sighing and laying down.

The sun shone in Y/N’s eyes, rousing her from her sleep. She yawned and stretched, and then listened. The house was eerily quiet.

“Weird. Vegeta doesn’t go off and train this early,” Y/N said to herself. She walked into her living room, and found Vegeta sitting there, flicking through channels.

“Good morning,” Vegeta said.

Y/N stayed quiet. Vegeta continued flicking through channels, only stopping when Y/N came to sit next to him. His eyes slid to the side, examining her, before going back to the television.

“I’m not training this morning. I think I need to take the day off,” Vegeta said.

Silence fell over the room, with Y/N kicking her feet against the couch.

Vegeta shook his head.

“Look, about last ni-” Vegeta began. When Y/N said nothing, Vegeta scowled to himself and huffed.

“Forget it,” Vegeta said. He started flicking through channels again, and Y/N crossed her arms. Finally, she spoke.

“Vegeta. Please?”

Vegeta exhaled sharply through his nose, set the remote on the couch next to him, and turned to Y/N.

“Well? Done ignoring me now?” he asked.

“I want to talk to you. I’m tired of yelling at each other. I just…don’t know what to say. What’s going on with you?” Y/N asked.

“There’s not a damn thing wrong with me. You’re the one creating all the problems. All I want is to keep you safe, and you call me silly. I want to know where you are, is that so bad?” Vegeta questioned.

Y/N fell silent, squinting her eyes. She placed a finger over her lips and sat before she spoke.

“Vegeta, you want to keep me safe. I can get that. But you don’t have to be…you don’t have to…” She sighed, rubbing her eyes before continuing. “Vegeta, I understand that you want to keep me safe, but I do have friends. I’m safe with them.”

“And what if you aren’t? If you’re out and I don’t know or I can’t reach you in time, and something happens to you, what am I supposed to do? Have you even thought of that?” Vegeta said, crossing his arms.

Y/N tilted her head and leaned on Vegeta’s shoulder.

“Vegeta. All I’m asking is that you loosen up a little. You can come with me. I’ll try to communicate with you more, but I also can’t be cooped up here forever,” Y/N said.

Vegeta grumbled but said nothing. A light pink dusted his cheeks, and Y/N smiled and leaned in to kiss them.

“I love you, you know,” Y/N said. A dark rose took over Vegeta’s face and neck, and he sighed as he faced Y/N.

“Yeah. I know.”

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[eddienbird]

Part 11 - Super Metal

Eddie & Bird [photo] Part 12

Later on that night, Dove found herself restless. It was around 2:00 AM and she was still tossing and turning, her eyes tightly shut. She groaned when she realized she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. Instead of continuing to roll around in bed, she grabbed a box holding her nail polishes and went out to the kitchen. She sat up at the counter and filed her nails to perfect rounded ovals. She had turned only one light on so as to not wake Eddie, but she heard him get up anyway. He slowly took a seat next to her.

“Can’t sleep, Buckley?” His voice sounded rough and low as he pushed his messy black curls away from his eyes.

“Yeah. I was tired of trying to force myself to sleep, it was only making it worse,” She sighed. Her eyes focused as she gently sawed away at her nails.

“I’ve had plenty of nights like those. I usually had to smoke pot until it took me out,” He chuckled until he realized it didn’t make Dove react. He cleared his throat. “Painting your nails huh? … That looks kinda fun,” Eddie shrugged.

“It is,” Dove responded flatly.

“Don’t girls usually go to the salon for that though?” 

“Yeah, but it’s expensive as hell here and they never do them exactly how I want,” Dove frowned, leaving another awkward silence.

“Y’know I could probably use a manicure too. Just saying in case you’d want someone else to practice on,” Eddie shifted in his seat to get closer to Dove.

“You want me to do your nails?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Well if you’re offering,” Eddie smiled as he held his hands out, his rings shining in the yellow kitchen light.

“Fiiiine,” Dove rolled her eyes and took his hand.

Dove felt butterflies gather up in her stomach as she took his hand. She felt the metal of his rings, which were warm from his skin. She allowed herself to fixate on his fingers, meticulously cutting and cleaning his nails to be neat.

“What color should I paint them?” She hummed as she dug through her box of polishes with her other hand.

“I was thinking something bright pink and sparkly. I think it’d really bring out my eyes,” Eddie said sarcastically. Dove hated that she couldn’t help but find him so charming when he was being playful. She wanted to be angry with him for earlier, but he made it almost impossible. She then found an almost black-burgundy color at the bottom of her box and pulled it out.

“How about this? I think you’d look so metal,” Dove laughed at herself, thinking that she sounded silly using terms like that.

“Oh it would be super metal,” Eddie beamed at her.

Dove enthusiastically began painting his nails, being careful to not get any on his fingers. She found it satisfying with each large swipe of paint she applied to his nails. Eddie’s focus was no longer on his hands, but on Dove. He liked the sight of her done down, in her mint green silk pajama dress and her hair up in a claw clip. He noticed that she didn’t have her contacts in because she wore the infamous wireframe glasses she spoke of before. Eddie slowly built up the courage to speak to her again.

“Dove, listen… I am really sorry about earlier-“

“Eddie, it’s fine. I probably overreacted anyway,” Dove hushed as she tried to keep her focus on what she was doing.

“No, Bird. You were right. It was a stupid thing to do. This is your house, I should respect it… And I’m in a terrible situation, I shouldn’t be pressing my luck like that,” Eddie began to tremble, worrying that she wouldn’t genuinely accept his apology. He felt slightly embarrassed to look scared in front of her, but it didn’t seem to phase her. Her eyes didn’t leave his hands. Dove gripped his hand a bit tighter to steady it while she painted.

“And I should be a little more understanding of your terrible situation. I know I’m super high strung and will freak out on the smallest of details… I don’t know, after thinking about it, maybe I needed someone like you to come into my life. Remind me to let my hair down a little,” Dove blew gently on his nails to help them dry. 

“Let your hair down?” Eddie asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, I mean if you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of terrified of everything,” Dove blew up at her hair, getting it out of her face. “I took one big chance by coming out here, got knocked down with the reality that it’s harder to get out of Indiana than I thought and… I haven’t taken another chance since,” She shook her head.

“And you think ‘Hey, now I’m with outlaw Eddie Munson. Maybe he can help defeat all my demons’?” Eddie looked at her curiously.

“It’s not like that, Eddie. I just wish I could be as fearless as you. You are loud and unique and you say things without being afraid of what people think. You’re not interested in fitting in with others. You’ve probably never followed a trend in your entire life. You are aggressively, unapologetically Eddie. If I had that kind of confidence and power, I could do anything,”

Eddie debated to himself whether or not to tell Dove how scared he actually was. How he’s been running away from everything that scared him in his path, leaving a trail of chaos everywhere he went. He liked that she saw him as this strong figure. He thought back on how he just wanted to protect her. Eddie decided that he would try to be this hero for her to help break down her fears. He would do that by making her feel like she was his hero, someone important that was keeping him safe. She was already halfway there by keeping him safe at home. 

“Here,” Eddie stuck out his newly painted pinky finger. Dove tilted her head. “Let’s make a promise,”

“A promise?” she stuttered.

“I promise to make you brave, as long as you promise to keep me safe. Deal?”

“Deal,” They shared smiles as their pinkies interlocked.

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."